There but where; how
It was a catafalque
Leading her and laying her down
Little by little a nose, some curly hair
Cups on the stool by the chimney
Desire was a crouching leap
The first beer drunk out of the bottle between two curves
The little piece of vanilla
Innocent green glances
Sucked them up into its
Slow serpent
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