Lepidium SativumA Poem by h d e rushinfor joanneand suddenly in this instance of joining, under the sky full and the juste purposes. the rinds of the greenish life melons, in solar-time, pressed into the shapes of birds. and we two Negro's taken in by the abundance. We jerked till our hair fluxed villainous as Simone Biles' after her mat dances. passion demands purity, at a glance; a howling like tense, like wind. bramble. Gregorian rhythms. growing plants eloping as trees as winged teal and naked, as most of love is. Our fears culls into liquid glass blowing shining smooth and water filled like gladiolas. At night, as the bald cold approaches and the epoch slowly drowns outwards towards speculation, happiness is the vehemence that plants our wretch interminable, like two unraveling snails covered with salt
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