Do not brush the pollen
\nfrom your skirts
\nLilly Franks<\/i><\/p>\n
You dance with violence
\nin my orchard
\na branch rips your blouse
\nand your breast is exposed
\nthe bees feed on your nectar<\/p>\n
You name one of these bees
\nVivid Princess
\n<\/i>and tell her stories
\n<\/i>of a Bee-Wolf<\/p>\n
Who lives in a dovecote
\nand powders the short birds
\nwith a light blue dust<\/p>\n
These are the crystal doves<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am writing this poem by candlelight You dip your finger This visitor will not pass again The thorn-chair I summon a dove The dove is called You teach the dove this art You have left this poem <\/p>\n Flying high above the garden My fear is that my strength Far below a rose takes pity on me I land but am soon intoxicated I see you for an instant You smile and hand me Using the redundant ash My host becomes angry Where I brush <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Do not brush the pollen from your skirts Lilly Franks You dance with violence in my orchard a branch rips your blouse and your breast is exposed the bees feed on your nectar You name one of these bees Vivid Princess and tell her stories of a Bee-Wolf Who lives in a dovecote and powders […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-715","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/715","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=715"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/715\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=715"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=715"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwithout a pen
\nyou sit in a thorn-chair
\nwatching me<\/p>\n
\nin the boiling wax
\nand sketch a comet
\nin the night sky<\/p>\n
\nyou tell me
\nI know that you are lying
\nas comets always return<\/p>\n
\nbecomes soaked in your blood
\nand you begin to fade
\nas I write<\/p>\n
\nwhich lands on your shallow wrist
\nit pulls you clear
\nof the thorn-chair<\/p>\n
\nLouise of the Skies
\n<\/i>even though it cannot fly<\/p>\n
\nand together chase
\nthe wax comet you created<\/p>\n
\nI know that you will return<\/p>\n
\nI am seeking a place to rest
\nbut there are none<\/p>\n
\nwill despair and that I will be carried away
\non the restless winds<\/p>\n
\nand offers me its petals<\/p>\n
\nby its benign perfume<\/p>\n
\nin the sweet canals
\nof my pleasure<\/p>\n
\nthe smoking pipe
\nof your dreams<\/p>\n
\nI write your name
\non every surface<\/p>\n
\nand expels me
\ninto the garden<\/p>\n
\nthe coarse pollen
\nfrom your swollen skirts<\/p>\n