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With one slow kiss

We’ll steer our separate turns

And split our separate ways

In the wigwam shade of the day

Enstaled by the open free air

We curl up like two small fawns in love

Who fold their cards

And fold their legs to fall to tiny sleep

My nose stirs and nestles in close and deep

To grow warm and droop asleep

I prick my finger on the corner of the moon

Sharp with a shine like an angry tooth

I’m but a busy bee of busy teeth

Tulips reach up high and grow

Inside the dark wigwam nest

We calm serene as fawns in the nest

Barely hatched and can’t quite walk

In a tulip bed dusk has but bloomed to night

And our eyes dip slowly into the mud puddles

Our heads rest so close together

The curl of the wigwam night

Can still flourish gardens

Can still flourish litters of children