Spring nights you pillow your head on a sack
of rich compost Charcoal, your hair
sheds sparks through your muttered dreams
Deep is your sleep in the starless dark
and you wake in your live skin to show me
a tulip Not the prizewinning Queen of the Night
furled in her jade wrappings
but the Prince of Darkness, the not-yet, the X
crouched in his pale bulb
held out in the palm of your hand
Shall we bury him wait and see what happens
will there be time for waiting and to see
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