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{Mon 22 January 2007}   in the rosegarden
in the rosegarden

where will i go?
will i find home?
and if i wander without a home,
what will i give to the world?

i’m
drinking roses,
longing to be with longing,
not drawing back
from their deep white scent;

longing to let them pour
their wide, hurtful beauty
into me;
to stay, stay in swollen softness;

let the cupped hands of my mind
contain the full, firm, rounded,
layer-upon-layer-petalled
perfumed richness
that pours into my weeping.

open, open,
searching heart,
open wide your mouth:
tongue, taste of longing,
yes, yes, of longing;
drink deep;
scent sweet.



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