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I held my hand like Caesar
watched the tide cover you

you smelled like maple and
kisses
little thoughts I had conceived
then

was the color of the mask
hideous to the eye

wherever I rose
beside you

figureless vacation
endless salvation
I drank from your stomach
stood at your call
your attention
beck
call

I waited in Rome
or in Salemburg for
your coronation
but got no pleasure
got no pleasure