Tonight I offered myself
To a spring fire still raging
Bright aglow my heart

May Day is not past..

I spoke my chart
Anointing souls from the vessel within
Perfumed by secret roses

Only he who le/a/id me down
An untold tale
Knows that scent

For he buried his head beneath my feet
Kissed curls untied
From day’s restriction

Sacred is he, to me
Like our meaningful encounters
Which will remain, as we
Are hidden in plain sight






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