No Haties Blanket

for Shreya


What is this flowering—
This natured rising in me?

From this wintered falling
Such force in my every fuse

Prising from black night a pearl of
Dark eyes and brown skin

Now days of rusted roots renew
In apple-sweetness white

In pulling mouths of touch
In Irises of opened hands

This newest me sprung from
Spring in you

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