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He had been lost
ever since he spied
Sugarberries slip,
peeking from ‘neath
her hem like royal foliage
an elegant border
framing slender stems.
He embarked on a perilous
tumble in pursuit of this
slip of a woman,
vain & aloof.
He slipped into places so
he could worship her
from afar. He called her
Sugarberries, and she
slipped in and out of
his dreams at will.
He was amazed to discover
he had slipped and fell into
desire for an unending embrace
and can’t rest until
he has set anchor in
Sugarberries slip.
