Wedding Bathroom Poem

Flower Lady

to a lady sleeping

There was enough to be acquaintances,
know it was not enough. With the letters questioned

heart, head, midway,
between one and the others smiled. It was a small thing
sympathy
Flower lady I caught the night sighing
petals.


We encourage hearts to risk, where
Nettles grew
hands cared daisies, how nice it was to hear

the new taste of discovery.

December
we turned on the lakes on the islands of peace reigning
but so few seemed
ch'esilio day and the flight was Catalonia. With a smile
rascals
turned down without
- out of laziness or pleasure -
looked at those steep stairs, as

flowers bloomed everywhere Dama our nights
the time made us an alcove.

Scoter A yellow hair and stinging defeats

sheets with gusts
mocking the opaque autumn came, and it was a
here where when
to interview the dying day,
arrived, without warning,
pleasantly unexpected
Time beds. It should

Alessandro
(pictured kissing Munch)