Blue Rue

Blue rue

And twinning trees
Your handfist dress
And glowing knees
I'll leave your shins 
and take your lips
Hold you steady back and hips
Press paths upon your collarbone
And bloom flowers for our mother moon
Treatise on the grassy bank
Where rivers threaten at the brink
Waiting for our firey dance
To settle into the waters trance
 
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