the whole white petal assumes
blooms, with the pollen of nectar
the sun, radiates and encapsulates
the figure of the sun shines im a springs mind
breath within, candy coated cigarette sticks
bought for you in a sweet shop free plastic tubs
held your hand
yet you stand in adverse reaction
retraction to the genuine
offer
the spire of the church casts a shadow, in the lane, we will dance
amongst the eighteenth century cemetery, days romanced
you, and only you, in lily white
amongst the seasons i guessed
progressed, just a little further
upon the harshness that is you.
Yet still the Lillie's scent
in my absent,
because i can not be there with you
might as well be an Atlantic storm away
and yet the letters i scroll will reach out through time
no matter what
you may one day be mine
With no regression into the shadows
i tried to hold your hand with no regrets
amongst the field of Lillie's
the steam train laid low and alone
amongst the budlia pollen
and the bag of sugar coated cigarettes.
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