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Arpeggio in Fifths

- "and in my wild heart what did I most wish to happen to me." - Sappho

I.
Swing you heavy door behind teeth and tongue
Slip into Habibe
You song of Veronica
Tupelo rose of mad
Ecstatic lyric in fifths
In lazy samba
Gather skirt 'tween fingers and thumb
Climb each rung
As slick in shadow
As in summer fog
Rise in adagio

II.
Shimmer you elegant orchid canopy
You sweet capitulation
Net this shy cosset
Like swallowtail and birdwing
Mercy give mercy
Quake calm
 Under heaps of tight curls
Under heavy lids
I run for cover as
Your eyes find mine
Dive for andante 

III.
Ring you tangerine canyon
You seismic syncopation
Rock my hips my shoulders
Tremble in Richter scale
A fluted pulse to slake thirst
Like apples and tea
And amethyst and filigree
And Saturday half past ten
Deep deeper
I delve a velvet interlude
Surge in allegro 


IV.
Spin you endless of dance and stumble
You dark Rati Maa
Dispel dilemma like cats
Shake off calamity
Soaking sheets, salty lips
Temerity of cobalt
You complete me
With mirror perfection
Folded beneath jasmine
Behind myrrh
Ascend to presto 

V.
Echo you silhouette of  blue heron
You rising moon
You Pegasus climbing
One two three
Simple evidence
Honeyed day
Life's palace delectu
 I ripple in red tides and rain
Habibe is sundogs and
Fingers along backbone
Divinely legato

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