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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 60

Dangerous Liaisons

My nosegays are for captives still,
Holding your dim eyes in their grasp.
I’ve seen the sunset in my day,
Dwelt upon in lazy refrain.

O, how the leaden suns, they fell.
My nosegays are for captives still.
The thoughts beneath so slight a’ body
Are always more distinctly seen,

Like laces just reveal the thigh
Of sordid thoughts of Apennine:
My nosegays are for captives still.
T’was then the landscape slowly came,

And every fool sings the same note,
A sirocco from out their mouth
To blow a herd of gentians south.
My nosegays are for captives still.


  Michael T. Smith