Merlot lipstick
on my herring-boned neck
Reminds me of the sail
to the Vineyard.
Sun-dressed,
below the breezed foresail,
you spoke of youth;
While I painted you
nude in my mind.
Remember that time?
I cherish that time.
You... so starboard side.
My angel,
at the foot of the mast.
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