Iris in a Glass Vase
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        Your syncopated heartstrings
        are bouncing on my bedsprings.
        My linens are silk;
        your blanket is milk.

        Such creamy sighs at midnight
        of summer-colored moonlight
        are woven with flight
        tucked into delight.

        Your iris in a glass vase
        sits at my bedside, not because
        its color is blue, 
        reminds me of you.