Grassy, another good work, however the end feels a bit incomplete to me:
She left a ghost of warmth
and three golden hairs on the pillow,
glowing like marmalade. Sometimes
he hears a serenade in the lane
beneath his window.
Queans sing when they disengage,
briefly, bitterly, then they lick, clean,
clean, forget.
Thanks.
Gary
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