Your frozen brow drips icicles
Chilling down my neck
Your blue glass stare, a fetter
Enchants me upward to flurry skies
The fountain trickles of your lip
Camilla petals that graze my nose
Crying exquisite tender strength,
Royal garlands down my breast
Beneath June’s humid moon
I steal hoarded rain from summer
clouds
Gasping in the salty flood,
Of our organic cultivation
My forest path crowds with yellow boughs
Ten leaves conforming to my side
I gather brown
with your release
Greedily hoard crisp foliage and
surrender to frosty slumber.
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