she put her dreams in my mouth
demi tasse spooned
said stir the pot you got
if you want Sun and rain together
i said the Luperci are at the door
she said then we are Satyrs
on a moment
i remember waking when
fruit trees wore white flowers
past Beltane
in a daylight
house of fireflies
what is the stank of being
true to you, your core ore
is often a better bouquet and rose
than most kinds of confections
though we take longer
to take to direction well
as sometimes woven into consumption
isn't a place to mantle pray
the reasons why you
like how surrender
wears you sweetly
you said try the blue cheese
make sure you have plenty of vitamin C
and coffee on the ready
in-da-couch you said
and how rite you are
i slouched
began telestrations
demonstrations
of stupid human tricks
i amuse myself with
my mouth still
so very full
of your dreams
EJR ©
EJR ©
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