using a borrowed computer - hope this goes through
am i callow?
am i callow
supple bough or meadow fallow
do - do you see me as fawn
or wounded wren? �?my sweet friend the-dawn
which - - - - - - which
do you hear my whimper as the rustle of leaves at solstice-fall
do you hear or touch me - - - - - - - at all
i wonder from time to time
as my mind replaces warm arms for vines
hug me?
just hold my lush and callow parts near your soft-skinned tallow-heart divine �?please?
i’m not catching - - - - - - promise [nervous giggle]
i’m neither real nor mortal �?and - i’ll just fly-off at last light �?or first star �?whichever you like
or whomever you are
thou deft touch �?oooooooooo-uah �?sanctioning life meant so much �?once
can - can you smell this?
oooooooh - dying leaves and worm-tracks on winter’s dawn
it fills my head with musky ballistic-balls and curtain-calls of queen Anne’s lace
heavens �?heaven’s sake �?i miss thee so
deeply
will you linger? �?i’ll be just a moment as warm wishes ginger
for thee?
oh look -
loons on lake-fire as sun burns crested heron �?there
over there �?see
the loon �?me �?the heron �?you �?the lake �?god �?the sun �?certainty
the fire - - - - - - - good-bye
as i hold thee
as i hold thee
i am callow
waning grip - heart rendered sallow
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