Byron and Browning
and Donne and Neruda
will tickle people’s noses
when I burn
but
let
my
light
heavy
bone
pollen
flour
over
my
father’s
sunflowers
yawning
newbright
face
good
morning
sweetheart
my
plump
sweetheart
time
to
eat.
Byron and Browning
and Donne and Neruda
will tickle people’s noses
when I burn
but
let
my
light
heavy
bone
pollen
flour
over
my
father’s
sunflowers
yawning
newbright
face
good
morning
sweetheart
my
plump
sweetheart
time
to
eat.
ghouldaughter 
When I woke from the eternal universe,
And inhaled the beauty of Donne’s Daffodils,
she breathe the incense that drew angels,
Then I knew how the nights draw my soul
And releases it too late…
The scents tells of the eternal saints….
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I love Donne, but do not have that fondness for him as you might say ….
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