was you
all along
like a sentimental weed
you kept cropping up
and I so perpetually
foolish
would snip you
but The One's
smile
doesn't come
only once
No
that holy pet
is infinite...
its purring
like a moving curtain
in continuous wind
I am on my way
to putting
the scissors
down
while you are
filling my cup
with
clippings
of new leaves
Lover
Beloved
it is not enough
to pawn you
into poems
like a sickle
I will cut the tongue
and leave the suckle
to
the true bee
in this way
the honey
will
keep
flowing
I Love You
Your Beloved
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