Rosemary in my hair
whispered me spring, green spice, how I ache
for early green, bolt of flower upstart
and repose of sun. See, I have
undressed myself of layers, shined my nails,
rouged my lips, remembering
our secret lives, our rendevous in rooms
hidden and quiet, though everyone saw.
I swear, goddess love me, I've never forgotten you.
This is not frivolous, how life quickens life.
My flesh reveals you to yourself, your soul
and we have met beyond and come again, my love
my loves, my love.
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