Petals of
all the gentle Cherry Blossoms
sublime crown of
silk threads well made
loose to gether
together untied
Coils the waist
about the insicurities
of sweetness
fortress
quietness
discrete
Is the skin
honey coating
acacia honey acacia
or
wildflower
as your wild thousands
colours
wild thousands
fires
That I don’t know anything about
bees
or flames
about constellations, I
know instead
and the more I picture you my
Dearest
the more I violate the rules
I yellowate and
blueate them
Now as I am ending up rambling
on and on and down
Let me tell you
that Cygnus has
the idyllic appearance of a body
body
of a woman
Yours.