When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
"Decade"
by Amy Lowell
by Amy Lowell
For Billy, if he wants it.
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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