Ed Tullett - Saint

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Peel your thumb, a lace
Pale, you stun away
May you shun a stray
Way you shone, a phrase, afraid of coming
You’re not a saint, pyre
You’re not a saint, choir
You’re not a way to covet me
Wear your pastel brace
Dark your bronze, a grey
Yield your calm, a grace
Air you palm, obey, obey and come in
Ricochet around
Wreath for your body
Your pretty vowels, dour sea
Hush the laic drown
Swoon through your eyelids
Your pretty mouth, your dowry
You’re not a saint, liar
You’re not a saint, collider
You’re not afraid to covet me