Plants preserve the time before desire
And prefigure the nights after it's gone
But a javelina dug and ate
All the bulbs I planted yesterday
Desire is so delicious
I suppose she could smell them
From a mile away
But if she'd only waited
A few weeks she could
Have devoured all the flowers
Aphrodisiac on the tongue
And stumbled through the woods
Like any world-drunk man
And fallen asleep in the sun
Dreaming of the purity to come
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