Your teeth

Rest momentarily

On your Christina Rossetti lips

But your eyes

Thankfully

Contain no hint of piety

And devotional poetry

Is as far from my mind

As the spacecraft

That is presently

Sending images of

The surprising

Mountain

Sitting

In a moat

On the surface of

Pluto’s icy moon

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