my cup of flowers is the full weight of you
wet with your ancient tears
I will eat you when I wake and drink
this tea to return to the floated mind
of your dream
without hands or eyes
we will walk together through burnt fields
in the polarized autumn light
through
memories of love that was almost love and
nascent beauty that became this grace
my cup
of flowers hums with your voice briefly
you held my face against your throat
another breast
for me to cling to
to enter love through
to add my ancient tears
to.
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