It leaves me open wound to show you,
knowing you
Two Junes now, knowing you
Met with impatience I am nerve exposed
a yucca turned silver in their age, and tumble
down down the mountain.
I want to take myself away from you as
if I am a privilege
Cast now salt circles round me
to cut you with my revocation
so you may wonder if I was just dreams,
sweet & headaching
Same how I wonder
bout the yarns were spun by you from lonely tongue
Promises to give me
moon belly!
and patience, and flowers
Have shame!
whisper when you speak such platitudes
