song
twenty three and a half
degrees unstoppered
in the night garden to which
your lips are scripture
and ecliptic tilt in one
flamboyant kiss curse
her who with half a head
twenty three and a half
degrees celestial sought
among these one moment
in arrest forgetting the stop
put to the garden
as it bumped us and time
stood entreatied in your face
© Michele
Leggott 1996
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