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