In her mouth were marigolds
And all the promises of God.
They shone, polished teeth
Bright in the peasant light.
I wished then to be rent.
Later, after we’d awakened,
Drunk morning’s bitter light
Patterned through the blinds,
Cast hard, suspicious shadows
On her belly, on her thighs.
Scarcely a thought out of place,
We languished until quite noon,
Convicted in our ridiculous love.
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