You'd of bet a barn and a buttery treasure chest on just one thing:
I was this season's singular beauty
A hoop-skirted eyeblink
Clutching a kerchief
All wisp and veil
Tossing peanut shells and primrose
As pages of wheatsmoke
Rose spiral like doves
Wing-to-wing
In your near-to-perfect ignorance
Tragically sublime
I was your astronaut of the apocalypse
Your savior on a trapeze
Sky of tears above
Bucket of flood-tide below
A kiss is such a lovely trick
Go to sleep, my angel
Dream of babies and bouquets
The Sting Lily, your lost innocence
A single Belladonna for your resurrection
Like autumn’s impassive fire
Or this month’s eager heat
Or a pair of quiet arms outstretched
Begging a solstice moon
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