you are in full bloom--
a crowfoot violet with black magic lips
a tongue so yellow it whips
the tiny specks of kelly-heart in your chest
into pulsing pollen
like smoke incinerating
up and out and all around
the honey bees carry
your potion
imagine a voice so
potent it calls to be carried
imaging knowing
that voice is yours
imagine knowing
that voice is all of ours
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