translated from tue

        Drunk as drunk on turpentine

        From your open kisses,

        Your    body wedged

        Bet body and trake

        Of our boat t is made of flowers,

        Feasted,    - our fingers

        Like talloal -

        Over t rim,

        t breath in our sails.

        Pinned by tice

        And equinox, droaogether

        e drifted for months and woke

        itter taste of land on our lips,

        Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime

        And the sound of a rope

        Lo dos hen,

        e came by nigo tunate Isles,

        And lay like fish

        U of our kisses.
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