mine

o that it would pour and pour as sign
of ripe and ready, rich harvest
to come, to the mind,
the body’s every pour
singing,
to be soaked of you—
my breath that wind
blowing, owing: “o dance for me
and my embrace, my sweet-knowing-heart”!

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