Gale – Not before this, I now give white turtle doves to high gales, …

Not before this, I now give white turtle doves to high gales,
Once, one followed me, to the place, threw your litter across my foot, my shin,
If you were wearing a hat, there were other possibilities,
Brave me and forward on, then, your longing red hair across that brick wall, the ends of an amber climbing ivy touched my face,
Then, a kiss that lasted forever, warmth grew between us, created a new two, solid forever inside, shaped, taken from within that clever, kind, high-handed gale,
And behind us, they swear it rose up to rage, ships to rocks, ships to harm, and sailors drowned.

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