Book of Glances: Hue
Gardens growing - spring -
all things pixie dancing wild
and stripping bark to naked fillament:
things about to blossom.
Your eyelids in early morning opening
to dawn-cast sepia, every flower a dandelion,
each waterfront a lemon:
things soon fallen.
Oh love, the frenzy, the twist, flesh
disappearing upward, spiralling,
smeared under our eyes like painted tears:
things on fire.





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