Heart's Fancy { a Satyre }
imagine me not imaginary
I am your heart's apothecary
wrapped in panic cold & alone
here is the ballad of each shaking bone
this beauty discarded on a summer's day
whispers our warning from its muddy lay
feel me near as kind as ever
I am the cord you cannot sever
wrapped against both hands & swords
none unravels this knot of words
these same burnt eyes seek anew
to share the kinship always with you
know me not quite unknown
I am the elixir you never own
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