My solitary one
Is there another –
Your cool fingers
On my scalded face
When I sleep
On my new pillow –
No, there is no other.
Vision like vinegar
Stings my eyes,
Or is that my fear
Enclosing –
You socialite rejected,
Spurned and turning
Into light –
Happy birthday, reason –
My treason changes
In earth´s deep garden,
Sprinkles lily pollen
With laughter
Wet with dew
As my roots
Lengthen.

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