Later, later found
But from the forest later…later springsthe spring anew; in it subtle song, a timid lightthe soil is wild alive; when rain had ceased to fall,and you’ve forgot to mourn, forgot […]
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Perfume – you
You’re the scent of moss-rose, amber, dewa starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June.You’re the sense of thunder, the wind that blewa bashful breeze of lavender ‘cross dunesand waves […]
Come Lemon and Lime
O my amies, elevens of dollars and dimeswhen did we last have an oro to spendfor corrosion of chicks, come lemon and lime.My manos and braces are eager to bendto […]
Pregnant with wheat
You were never the honeysuckle scent laden with a lushness of lust, notthe blush of a rosebud released fromits dew-prison a morning in June. You are my breeze in the bending […]
Ice cream
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
