grow lush on misspent rain
Did part of you miss all the attention?
All that time; the urge to kindness that bent
my knees before you. Later, will someone
ask you, now that I am back, just what sent
me from you? and why did you let me go?
You fed me; let me grow lush on misspent
rain. Now my strength is growing, my shadow
long and lewd. Memory is a torment.
Let drought take memory from my yellow
heart. Tell them all I came to you naked.
For you I even sang. Tell them, also,
that once cut all my sad petals faded
from bloom. Let all these blossoms, love, again
blush pink in your deliriously hard rain.