i dream repeatedly of your laughing presence,

i dream repeatedly of your laughing presence,
but cannot wake to find your love street residence.

the light from your flashing eye ever teases me;
yet when i look again, you are much too busy.

how do i finagle an invite to the dance?
how do i make good on your sweet amorous glance?

god help us to believe in our own ridiculous pain;
and may we never hoard our huge enduring blame!

god help us to box it up and give it to him:
the ocean of purity accepts all our sin.

the lord and master’s humor is quite infinite;
and his laugh and smile equally definite.

darvish was stumbling after a bottle of wine,
when the master offered one single drop divine!




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