Seedlings

Blueberry, swollen lip charred leaf crumbling on my skin fetters Have you awoken yet ? I rubbed my head Powder smoke Aerial violets Lawns gilded with amorous petal shakes I came the other night rubbed my head on your catholic dress and shivered like a willy light in my own palm Holding Holding to the lantern's smoldering cloth face Amber sun litters your wondrous gown Waters bleed within your capillary swimsuit cold and colder Have you crinkled too much ? Tell me now Blueberry, sleeves of tandem the wick of purple mirrors rumbling ever more, your mid-earth wail shifting on my morning bosom spades Violet skin, Godly wrath I have defied your satin gait Tell me now Is it too late ? Is it too late ?