The bumble bees stumble
The butterflies tumble
The birds on the water-line stare
The heavens have crowned her
The star grass grows round her
her dreams fill the very still air
Just east of the sun
where our loving was done
I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning
I can still taste the salt in her hair

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