Flowering Hour


Sweet leaf,
Neither the crystal tides
Nor the quartz moon could submerge
The night’s most luminous souls
Or the sunrise line of your brows,
In hours unfastened like roses
And spaciously divided into seagulls
My life grows thirsty
Without your laughter,
Your feet running through the
Gates of my oceanic eyes
Into the shadowy mouth
Of my dream
As if dew,
I undressed your words for
The world to revive
And I planted five flowers
On my chest, on my glass chest
To kiss the earth and sprout
Through your eyes,
To mill honey into


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