RADIANT SEASON
If you come soon,
the budded tips of campion
will be split, the deep cerise
of coronaria, such delicate velvet
on the study, silver-green stems,
you cannot help but feel them,
and if it is morning,
the wild carrot rimmed with dew
along its fronded leaves,
its thick, hairy stalks,
I will spill in your palm
the brimming wet petals
of milky froth,
and touch your fingers
to the tight, indigo buttons
of bush pea, and the cupped
yellow silk of sundrops.
When you come,
flanged with light, separation
slipping from us
like sleep, like garments,
I will stand with my hands open,
I will take your hands
and hold them out
to all that is supple,
flowering, and wild.
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