you can fall in love a million times in the eyes of your wife
let them seep into her skin and in to her hair
whisper and scream through her toes like
a bluster of buds in the spring
the spit of its wind
let them grow children out of her mouth
all men all women embraced in the dream
there they are always clean always lost in their hope
brighter than a coin at the bottom of pail
brighter than a cow feasting in her pasture
i hold all men and all women there in the dream
and my blood turns to juiced stars
a saltless ocean
my heart is no longer a deadly purple thing
but a bird made of jasmines
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