Today's Cherry Blossoms

what is this comfort
this peace?
a precondition of release?
we thought our heart would soon decease...
but now we are relaxed, bewitched by her mind
an hypnotic obsession, not rival to our own
Our love has a thicket of the most complex and amazing brambles for a crown
we could dwell in there forever, happy, wild
but we remain indignantly erect, despite our truest efforts
a howling bear-bitch, too tall and too broad and just too much fucking noise
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Tresses are plural: We love nothing so much as a Singularity.
Her words rain like miracles
a blizzard of cherry blossoms in white just for example today
fall down from her heavens to gently blanket us in soft whispers
so here we will create a home, austere and sere
a clean, well-lighted pair.