How I give
my tender heart -
a gift of a twilight
that
You have been
lurking so enviously
braiding dusk
by your dark strands
pawing creaking nights -
invisible cricket, moonless
Were you not, yesterday
that pecked me
with your
luscious green
and, promished life to sprout
out of my barren land
and, Now
when the present is
receding fast
You turn me
into a creature with spikes
Roving antennae into the dark
How I give
my tender heart -
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