nymphs spoke,we kissed laid.By noontime’s hourour love made.Like braid — Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

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So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept so lucidly,with hopes to stay this memory.

Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

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