You strike in me an
awkward innocence;
thus I speak so
awfully insolent.
Forgive me!, maiden
of the infinite--
I was made to bathe
you in wit that's intimate;
but am struck so bold,
I say the insensitive.
Forgive me!, and stay
to parley a bit.
©2008 RA
4.10.2008
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