or only female plants.
Bees and butterflies gather feminine nectar
and as for us, we day trip into a nameless town.
All the hotels are closed
except the one with small tables.
They're almost too small. Or, too tall.
You describe how past and present
blur inside the story
of another man in another nameless
town where face to face with his girlfriend
from a different world he thinks of love
and he loves his wife
the same as he knows he loves
his girlfriend from a different world.
Soon, he's discussing which plants
have pollen and which ones wait wide open
as if inside an ancient temple.
Or a hotel room. If it comes to that you
should understand I carry many names
and when I cry these names
in the night it will be for my loves
that are dead yet blossom in the wild.
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