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WINNER - 68838209 - Preacher357
69622828 - gailkoelker
69692798 - altheist
69775887 - ayasabry
70076518 - Zooniverse2017
70828054 - the3esses

WINNER - 68838209 - Preacher357

vii

So many lovers quail
Before the facts of Time,
And read his attributes
Into the face of Love,
Gnaw with their own teeth
What Time has not impaired.

For me Time's hourglass conjures
A metaphor of breasts
And at the name of 'death'
I throw the flesh into no grave
But in the lap of love
Find my willing host.

viii

The necklace of living pearl
Is not mere ornament
Curving on your shoulders
But a symbol nourished
By life obscure as love:
Your flesh inspires the pearls
To treasured opalescence.

So these poems strung
Upon a verbal thread
Only succeed when nourished
By the flesh they honour,
The body I adore
Enhancing with images
That you create and keep alive.

69622828 - gailkoelker

vii
So many lovers quail
Before the facts of Time,
And read his attributes
Into the face of Love,
Gnaw with their own teeth
What Time has not impaired.
For me TIme's hourglass conjures
A metaphor of breasts
And at the name of 'death'
I throw the flesh into no grave
But in the lap of love
Find my willing host.
viii
The necklace of living pearl
Is not mere ornament
Curving on your shoulders
But a symbol nourished
By life obscure as love:
Your flesh inspires the pearls
To treasured opalescence
So these poems strung
Upon a verbal thread
Only succeed when nourished
By the flesh they honour.
The body I adore
Enhancing with images
That you create and keep alive.

69692798 - altheist

VII

So many lovers quail
Before the facts of Time,
And read his attributes
Into the face of Love,
Gnaw with their own teeth
What Time has not impaired.

For me Time's hourglass conjures
A metaphor of breasts
And at the name of "death"
I throw the flesh into no grave
But in the lap of love
Find my willing host.

VIII

The necklace of living pearl
Is not mere ornament
Curving on your shoulder
But a symbol nourished
By life obscure as love:
Your flesh inspires the pearls
To treasured opalescence.

So these poems strung
Upon a verbal thread
Only succeed when nourished
By the flesh they honour,
The body I adore
Enhancing with images
That you create and keep alive.

69775887 - ayasabry

vii
So many lovers quail
Before the facts of Time,
And read his attributes
Into the face of Love,
Gnaw with their own teeth
What Time has not impaired.

For me Time's hourglass conjures
A metaphor of breasts
And at the name of 'death'
I throw the flesh into no grave
But in the lap of love
Find my willing host.

viii
The necklace of living pearl
Is not mere ornament
Curving on your shoulders
But a symbol nourished
By life obscure as love:
Your flesh inspires the pearls
To treasured opalescence.

So these poems strung
Upon a verbal thread
Only succeed when nourished
By the flesh they honour,
The body I adore
Enhancing with images
That you create and keep alive.

70076518 - Zooniverse2017

vii

So many lovers quail.
Before the facts of Time.
And read his attributes
Into the face of Love,
Gnaw with their own teeth
What Time has not impaired.

For me Time's hourglass conjures
A metaphor of breasts
And at the name of 'death'
I throw the flesh into no grave
But in the lap of love
Find my villing host.

viii

The necklace of living pearl
Is not mere ornament
Curving on your shoulders
But a symbol nourished
By life obscure as love:
Your flesh inspires the pearls
To treasured opalescence.

So these poems strung
Upon a verbal thread
Only succeed when nourished
By the flesh they honour.
The body I adore
Enhancing with images
That you create and keep alive.

70828054 - the3esses

vii
So many lovers quail
Before the facts of Time,
And read his attributes
Into the face of Love,
Gnaw with their own teeth
What Time has not impaired.

For me Time's hourglass conjures
A metaphor of breasts
And at the name of 'death'
I throw the flesh into no grave
But in the lap of love
Find my willing host.

viii
The necklace of living pearl
Is not mere ornament
Curving on your shoulders
But a symbol nourished
By life obscure as love:
Your flesh inspires the pearls
To treasured opalescence.

So these poems strung
Upon a verbal thread
Only succeed when nourished
By the flesh they honour,
The body I adore
Enhancing with images
That you create and keep alive.

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