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“I defy my body’s haste….
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter…“
I wish, cried the Poet.
Fate will not have it.

Look for the ruby red orb
Among the dark branches,
Said the pomegranate.
It’s my wintry gift to you.

When I cuddle with you
Your warmth comforts me
And my purring heals your heart.
It’s a reciprocal gift,
Said the White Cat
And went back to sleep.