Sister me most wondrously
and I'll brazen brother you
into many a mild mischief.
Accept this green silk kerchief
with only perhaps a surprised sigh
and as these drooped lids quiver
will I read you Rumi
til slip you sweet beneath
slumbers dream-riddled river
companioned by my glowing glance.
We'll make a mockery of chance,
choosing 'stead to set a world
gone much awry aright again,
our heads lifted heavenward
when the dawn o'ertakes the night.
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