this is a place I come to whisper “love you,”
knowing I will not hear its return –
worlds and words, winged, drift above you as
speechless phrases Our language slowly learn:
as a forming thing, unbrought to light, knows
to light your silent room, to a full, silent burn.
how do pickled daisies’ petals all fall low
and, startled candlelight in startled glow,
Sudden all bees to eddy all air with surgeon’s wings!
The sun! shines on cables and cornices — on beings!
in love and this place, you have all these little things
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this is a place I come to whisper “love you,”
knowing I will not hear its return –
worlds and words, winged, drift above you as
speechless phrases Our language slowly learn:
as a forming thing, unbrought to light, knows
to light your silent room, to a full, silent burn.
how do pickled daisies’ petals all fall low
and, startled candlelight in startled glow,
Sudden all bees to eddy all air with surgeon’s wings!
The sun! shines on cables and cornices — on beings!
in love and this place, you have all these little things