1698
5.237
25.viii.24
and then the moon’s our
sun
ekphrastic for
Frederic Leighton’s 1884 ‘Cymon and Iphigenia’
soul’s up
hound attends
after abandon
Bacchic languor
the dream deeps of day
lost in these folds
oakspread
under laurel, under bay
robed round with a table cloth
it’s ticklish under
none know how far this sea
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