For Joy
So you shall not be disappointed again
So you shall not search this tree still in vain
I've left no flowers here, but more mature
Their fruits love laden to the liquid core
Where swims the litany of my rich heart
Bringing you to hive in songs here, sweet heart
Come from the clammy chambers of the day
The endless buzz wing dried white pupal dreams
The pained routine that fans intruders away
Come brood with me by my billowing streams
Inside my cornucopia build your nest
Make yourself queen here, pollinate me bright
With billowing pillows of your sweet breast
Let me fragrant you with jasmines tonight
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