Honeysuckle


    

Even before I wake,
          you are trembling
in summer silence.
          When your name
     softens my heart,
the angry world seems
          to bow
     toward some mysterious
          droplet
     in its own blossom,
          forgetting who to blame.
The sign that I have
     called You
is the tiny broken stamen
          dyeing the whole sky 
     with sweetness.
Only You are
          insignificant enough
     to understand this.
Our secret befuddles 
          the important ones.
The distance between us    
          is less than
     a bee's proboscis.
Better than oneness
          is the veil of love.
     I hold You on my tongue.

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