Concurrence Poem by Rachel Butler

(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)

Mastication the thought of his beauty, attractiveness.
As each desired the other and drank the lover’s cup.
Love’s contract on our lips, we bemoaned. Pledge!
Love! we claimed as our right.

I will not with forbearance bear, for!
How much leave,
would he then acquire.

My inflamed heart languidly burns.

He in my range of vision an eruption of molten rock,
thou wholly lacking the sense of hearing.
When i set forth,
My plea.

Sparrow