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darling,
everything's blooming now
spring just a wind gust away

& already the world is more green than I've ever seen
& I know why your cheeks blossom rosen -

you have bathed in this light your whole life;
you carry magic like the trees carry moss.

(sometimes I feel I know your whole soul.
sometimes I wonder what secrets sleep inside you.)

you, not quite icarus, never too much sun
only the dapple in the boughs of a redwood where you lived for a year
before they came & plowed them down.

you were young & wild before we met,

I know this for certain when we talk on gardens that grew ghosts,
we share histories we'll hold perpetually.

I think about you & the babe you & annie oakley made,
both tiny breaths sleeping on your chest
& you not wanting to move.

is it brazen of me to say I want to grow here with you?
you, subtle smile & ink-kissed limbs.

you cervidae, you the soul of a cello.
your eyes hold a solid silence,
your eyes hold the hush of the stars.

(you I love,
you so new, so green.)

you an ever-aging mountain & just as steady.

I think of your musical hands,
how they fit amongst my landscape like a native
plant's flesh pressed against the earth's lips under which

her holy whispers
still dare to scatter seeds.

Description
darling,
everything's blooming now
spring just a wind gust away

& already the world is more green than I've ever seen
& I know why your cheeks blossom rosen -

you have bathed in this light your whole life;
you carry magic like the trees carry moss.

(sometimes I feel I know your whole soul.
sometimes I wonder what secrets sleep inside you.)

you, not quite icarus, never too much sun
only the dapple in the boughs of a redwood where you lived for a year
before they came & plowed them down.

you were young & wild before we met,

I know this for certain when we talk on gardens that grew ghosts,
we share histories we'll hold perpetually.

I think about you & the babe you & annie oakley made,
both tiny breaths sleeping on your chest
& you not wanting to move.

is it brazen of me to say I want to grow here with you?
you, subtle smile & ink-kissed limbs.

you cervidae, you the soul of a cello.
your eyes hold a solid silence,
your eyes hold the hush of the stars.

(you I love,
you so new, so green.)

you an ever-aging mountain & just as steady.

I think of your musical hands,
how they fit amongst my landscape like a native
plant's flesh pressed against the earth's lips under which

her holy whispers
still dare to scatter seeds.