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Naked boy in a green feather boa
Lit by gas fire
Did I dream you?

Smiling shy on the Indian pillows
Pale hair shining
Please remember
Did you come on some tornado
From the land of Oz
All decked out in emerald feathers
Stranded in this cloudy country?

Were you one of my inventions?
Whisper to me now
Did we ever melt together
By the pink light of the gas fire?

Naked boy in a green feather boa
Paint your eyelids
Let me dream you
One more time