love, making
hours bloom past midnight
ours, akin to asking fast
not to miss an answer
in floral spring breeze swings
there not — there might
be you and me, afar
in floral spring field’s time dials
seven for all but my minutes
love, making sweet scents of jasmine
sway tender across
floral spring night flares
bright for more about my leaving
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