The lover's cheeks <br />puff syllables <br />of loyalty pure, <br />bleached; <br />b'neath the shaded eave <br />of Hogan's willow <br /> <br />before the kissing ends <br /> <br />and the flailing of arms <br />the maiming of promises <br />begin.<br /><br />Theresa Daly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-hogan-s-willow/
