exception

you are a tree, becoming a spire

with the impatient twitch of your complexion;

increased velocity; draw in your forces

the bows under which I hide are drawn back

blossoms quivering

I cannot taste their luster but it lingers on my tongue

in visions; in dreams; lowered to me

on each breath you breathe in secret

your circumference narrows

now only covers

my eyes

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