blinded, for june comes through the shades

in fists fecund, closed
and short peach thumbs

a simple tug could pluck
in fact, i watch concerned

you blossomed on intense
and open face where winter hides behind

through whimpers in sudden rain
we stared, what seemed

miles across limpid inches
on the vesseled wrap of rose

eyes memorizing daughter-pink
petal soft nipples

your afternoons and nights,
that hungry way of yours

eager to make born, shining
hot against my breast

the generous stretch of days
find me forever in them, june


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