eye to eye
fluctuations of anticipationsfor conflagrations of past relations
expounding one on top the other
gather now for reciprocations...
a tree gone old in the sun and shine
but washed in the rain when it's dark.
a virgin old and smiling now
by the trees in the snow in the park.
fatter flowers with lushing buds
were there before you smelled them
and here you go on your, you know...
so much i could have kissed him....
