Have me, my long night’s companion.
I come from so far
bringing centuries of fevers,
sorrows, solitudes,
woven into greetings,
bridal bracelets to clasp to
your aching and formidable blood.
I’ve been gone too long,
fugitive in the
wandering hearts of the clouds,
wrapped in their pure silence,
your whispering absence.
Have me, the thread of my long day.
I long to walk in the gardens
that spring from your feet as you go,
the lush, overgrown paths
of weeds and yellow flowers
that delay my sensible hours,
and the drunken bees
drowning in the dark nectar.


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