.
my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
.
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison,a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
.
my love is building a magic,a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)
.
when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall
.
crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He'll not my tower,
laborious, casual
.
where the surrounded smile
hangs
.
breathless
.
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