Sunday, April 12

Brighton, October

fine!
smile at me
from under your black hair
& the eyes you cast shade upon me
in pub garden landlords
are a haunt enough
for month’s
to come—
but tell me ,after everything
: what made that monday
afternoon
so deserving of
(all creatures great & smelly breath)
the most beautiful thing of all?

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