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[ohtobloom]

a song of solomon states that
love shouldn't wake until
it's time and whether this is about
sex or love is beside the point.
too many express love through
silly matching parts. i can't say
if it's better to have loved than
not at all, but i wish it still
slept in me.

*

spontaneity lies in the old
and callous with time, and faces pushed
crudely on the necks and eyes of
every hero and god whether
human or not.
memories hide vacationing from
sought's quest
lingering in the bark crevices of my favorite tree in
my childhood backyard:
dolls and books and cinnamon
rolls. such simple heroic
ideas, but Herakles is no hero to me.

*

lavender, coriander
heavy summer fumes
and tirzah was born of glenda(le)
unaware of grasshopper passengers
on warm car doors
antennas falling hard through
sideways air
hello, alice
zen tea
please.