Temps perdu
so great a passion might not come again
my head running on ceremonies of sorrow
the death of words never spoken
letters unfit to deliver a child
the wind and a match make love in a cloister
body stirring where I lost my head
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 27 September 1667.
Dave Bonta
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