She was kinder than light to an up-reaching flower and sweeter than rain to the bees in their bower where anemones blush at the affections they shower, and love’s shocking power.
She shocked me to life, but soon left me to wither. I was listless without her, nor could I be with her. I fell under the spell of her absence’s power. in that calamitous hour.
Like blithe showers that fled repealing spring’s sweetness; like suns’ warming rays sped away, with such fleetness ... she has taken my heart— alas, our completeness! I now wilt in pale beams of her occult remembrance.
Butterflies drink from pools of blood collecting near my feet Eyes wide open Like a fish mouth gaping and gasping The blood looks black in the moonlight Sidewalk pavement hums with hesitant rain drops Clouds block the moon above The blood shimmers black My hands are dry and so is my mouth My teeth are chalk There are things creeping in the lawn They have seen the unseen Maybe I'm one of them The blood thins with rain water Only my mouth is dry now My hands drip with rain and parts of me I am watered down, I am the blood, I am the rain I run off the sidewalk and am swept down the street The lawn and the unseen but a forgotten dream