Walk for the dawn    
get lost in the shipwreck of instincts    
this is the dilemma    
lips offered to whoever will take them    
off the sheets 
bend over    
towards the beloved of the meadows    
    the ladybug    
mirabelle plum    
of the church bell    
calling for the urgency of prayer    
without obligation    
without intention    
the fruit hanging from the silky leaf    
chirping dipper    
on the shivering water    
watch for the shudder    
maple    
visage sage    
of the sensitive quest    
singular reason    
of peace and joy    
bistort knotweed    
spelled    
nightly languidly    
towards this slender hand    
towards this outstretched hand    
delivered    
in the rich hours    
white finery    
contained    
closer to the heart.        
 
 
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