Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees,
Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease.
Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs,
Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there.
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Delicate flower, you have been growing alone for too long.
The soil round your feet was frozen by winter,
Your petals were brittle, their colour near gone.
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Back arching like a tree branch,
Take me and break me
As if snapping twigs with your hands.
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Brittle by name,
But nature changed her.
Nurture turned her,
Conversely, to stone.
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Someone lit a fire,
Knowing someone like me would
Find it, feel it… why?
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Above the imperfect nature of this tree,
Birds are forming silver notes on the stave of the sky,
And I see you in this, as I always do.
Some would say it's just a tree,
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I cry for you with poppy tears,
My lover somniferum, sleep-bringing wonder,
Dreamer.
For the sweet, delirious Heaven
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Oh lover, lover, loved completely,
Come to me, come calm, come rest.
You're wearied by a world lead-weighted,
I'm here to hold you, love you best.
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The fast ache of absence sets in,
Gets into each space in my thoughts.
Half a dream, and it’s yesterday,
And lilies blossom as apples fall.
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