Untitled Love
I am--
A poem, the component
Of heart and
Soul
With all the rhythm
And rhyme that I gush
In wordy hives
Of craving
Curved, delicately
On a tree, as its
Blood-stained
Juices run down the earth
To kiss and reverse the enchantment
Of winter. Ah, I am--
A poem
Not to irritate
Your eyes
Yet, to please them
With scented hue
Of sensuous love, wafting
From sleep
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