Though parting’s sorrow sweet may be,
I’ll have another course of thee—
The salted tears from silken lips,
The chalice raised on tilted hips,
Till lay me low in hunger’s grave,
Contented still to still thee crave.

Copyright 2016, Quent Cordair. All rights reserved.

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