So now, i bring you a bit of me
within this light

and that comforting feeling and your hair is
neatly fitted within my fingers as this sun
called morning glory within the wind and the
compassion of love my voice quivering life
and deeply felt sobbings of wishings
all between my wishes and dreaming life
so abundantly needings that needings
are not soonly despaired my dear/
you hate fakery\ so do i and therefore
the skies heavy of milk of perfumes
\ when this heart soon dies does it
remember true love of oh my love as
your love of all lovings/ when this
beating of beating hearts abundantly
traverse time and space — yes my love
yes my dear i am here always gathered
by the froth of scattered tempetst
as a mouth without a star as a heart
needing love as a soul fitting perfectly
unto your soul my dear.
is my love. is for you.

:: 04302019 :