poem from above

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Apian blooms in the folds
of pale purple petals plops
in/around ponds

myriad of honeycomb black eyes
focused on tomorrow

entombed.
star of limbs
like we were supposed to hookup
in secret but daddy still hasn't come home yet

opened the promised interest
pollen everywhere
glistening in the dark
and tearing the sheets off the mattress

none of that happened.
only in my dream of dreams
that i think of you so much
tiny dancing flies bouncing off my skin
and emanating

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