As My Seed Spills

As My Seed Spills

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I breathe…

And I await your exhales

But you’re already breathing in

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Our minds and pulse

Just that drizzle of dulche

Banana splits wish to dream of

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As snowmen melt…

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Our heat is radiance;

One cannot set a thermostat by thunderclouds approach

But our hands in the darkness…

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At different temps

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My moon, I glow at your frost

That which you perceive as dew

Just before I rise

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No shadow can divide us

Your pen laughing in the next room

As my seed spills…

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