SUN-AND-MOUNTAIN-SHADOWS?
I am the mountain to your sun
over a clear blue ocean.
But change will the tides,
crumble my mountain sides,
your sun sink as to devotion?
THE-BLACK-FEATHER-FLIER-
IN-CAP-MINE
Shakespeare had his dark lady,
and a so pretty-she was mine.
A clever black swan
full-of-the-bawdy-bard's-fun,
though poetry not her line.
LI-LO LADY
Kissed by the sun,
caressed by the sea
the beach that is
as brown as she
whom I will kiss,
whom I will caress
where she lies low
in near-nakedness.
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