Four Poems


Laurence Sleeping

Underfoot this scent of narcissus and mint
because your feet on their light way
have crushed fresh blooms—a spring night’s flowers
flood my heart’s sleeping waves;

And quite high up these polite legs
still trembling from the tall grass’s caress
rises this organic perfume as I remove
your stockings splashed with rain or dew;
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