The Evening Primrose blooms beneath the Oak at midnight even now my heart does too. The love that you smuggled breaks me open that I might call up the waters from another time. The life from below rises, drawn up but what you summon ín me infusing everything reminding it of its true form. Every curse remembers the blessing it wanted to be and is undone and remade and so am I.
Love your poetry
Beautiful, Sean
Thankyo