I sprawled impatiens at the base of the tree
late in the year.
Patience was erased from your heart.
I bathed in the call of the western lantern
that put you to rest.
And the East grabbed my spirit as well~
Portals in time!
Could the magic be spoken through southern passages
warm like the French meadow, kissing
of older, yet still widely awakened romantic partners?
Widely, and Wildly!
Wildly romantic spokes-persons
recite verse to regions in the Netherlands.
But spoken by you, my name,
would engorge that flame!
Heat rises tall. So tall!
I never held that same feeling for mounting glory.
Sprawling now across the garden
are silent innuendos
And the patience that was scratched from one place
Is now etched in another!
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