with wife deeply rooted in domestic life
gingham twirls and spills, you pirouette out of sight
a dry kiss preceeds,the dry reply
from a churlish mouth biting a leathery hide
is this why you let me unstich your hemlines
with my eyes?
is this whay I let you pitch your voice?
so it bendsaround my sides?
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