Provenance of the Burgundy Rose
Secret Contracts in the Soul
All Five Senses Clung like Dew
to my Swift Gazelle, I miss you already
Slender eyes Aglow with specious wanders
Interferon and Rainbows coalesce, this is something
notes the Amygdale to the Imagination (slowly stripping her clothing
First her shoulder blades, her knees Naked as her toes
Her only droplet of Mystery remaining)
poised Faun Cockedlucent for escape routes diverge
Your courses here, Bloodflow and sweat, in a dark room, Warmly
And as we camped out hillside after Hillside
Moonrise and Moon settings us back to rest
Cavalier Pulse my eyes ever ablaze with your, this is something
notes Serotonin to the heart (where she often lies undressed, lax against a Valve
Fluttering where ought a steady beat lie, the life shortening
With each hurried gasp of blood, her nakedness a partial coating)
Perchance as your petticoats divide the night
and we alone/alight in the naked fire, for several evenings
together, lackluster windmill chorus turn the grain of love, this is something
notes sepal & stamen to acrylic paint (spilt nakedly across the grass, carelessly gorgeous
This is how the Earth was given us flowers, in the shadow of
Enormous Romance, the first careless Love affair
It Broke with a SpringBud cusping its laurels and softly
twirling to the ground, a Heavily burdened Carafe of Love
wavered briefly in torpor & current of Breath to shed its extra weight
pound off pound each this crystal, in Seven Nearly broken parts
And, Suddenly everything was Color, This is something
notes Cosmos to Holiest drop of Blood (nakedly also stirring in the earth, lending her careless colors
Openly innocent and patiently diversifying Genomes of Color
In a Milky Way felt as a briefly wavering Beat in the heart of Truth
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