who pays any attention
to
the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while
Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.
Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain
is less than
your eyelids’ flutter
which says
we are for each other:
then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
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