I Must Confide


In my undergrowth, I confide…

first time I wrote about…love, upon a wall…

I settled down with fear.

First time I offered up sheaths of fallen leaf…

a vain pulse…filled the reeds.

These incantations left my heart out in the garden.

And, only moments with romantic blossoms… magical, embedded their seed. 

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