following the scent of where you were

outside my window, palm and patient
sun, the small tweet of caged birds.
 
inside the room, world beat and heart sore.
agape love on the other side  of the door.



presents to wrap .on the floor  a silk skirt
crumpled, quilted scraps , poems, dirt
receipts and more.




i pushed your button. 

now you have to wait
 things you teach me,: mutton
wine and cake.


of course you'd want
control of the situation
but you asked for help
so let it go, detente

and  infatuation














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man this last time really fucked me up.
i wanted what didn't want me.
made him think of elysius and brie.
hope a dream could delude the flesh
but i guess mother knows best
biology, food and rest.