Darker Tenders

Look at me with darker tenders in your eyes,
and muddy heart will be dark wine:
Autumn and auburn, holly and shade.
O death, you will yet be jarred,
you will not shut the tasty way.

Now I must study how this invisible fraud
can chime true.

© 2015 by Chris Floyd

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About Chris Floyd

Tennessee. Moscow. Oxford.
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