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Daylily

Daylily of mine, come at morn close to me,
unfurl your limbs, love's fragile geometry,
unyielding; allow me, tempestuous sea,
knelt performance of our idolatry.

Sunday eve, tarnish the kirkyard, concealing
touch from David and Jonathan, hence suppressed;
adorned by primrose, or vain youthful feeling
in my lament, which on your figure confessed.

Spring, soon departing, leaves to summer despair,
imprisoned by longing, by ardor, by chase;
petals conclude, cascade, and in our affair—
saccharine wine demands only one brief taste.

Jul. 29, 2025