dilating
my eyes into your underworld
ten o'clock taps
squeezing
a
few more
drops
of blood
and
seed-hanging
the
skin of rain
with
strange fruits
and
vines
big laughing jim
and black
belladonna
reveal how strong
our
cling to Summer
is
and was
she
ushers memory
into
the jars
of
gardens
that
sit
and
wait
in
the dark
of
a moment
and he is gathering
momentum gathering
need
for
the pantry light
to
go on
her
crimson berries
and
tenacious roots
siphon
the slow bleed
that
moans
beneath
the rain
as
October nears
into
the ease
of
another sip
toward midnight
as he calls for her
to
lift the veil
EJR
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