A Recipe for Drying

Manly apricot with scars
Stuck in mortal manor
Lost in carnal land, him
Amorphous muse serenades
Through window left ajar:

Scrub, peel, lick and scald
Twelve apricots and beat them fine.
In a mortar put to them
Six ounces of sugar and a pint
Of musky scalding cream.

Manly Armenian plum,
Early ripening peach
There sings a muse for each
Twelve of these abrecocks.
They are flocking out
To bind them up
To dangle in sunny places.

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