Dear one
I dispatch thee
Soft breath
Over the sea

Bunnies in the meadow
Dream of broad stone fruit trees
Fog around the mountain
Licks their plump fecund leaves

For you
I spill out steam
Curls round
Everything

Blanketing your body
Seraphic as a saint
Swarming light above thee
Shields thee fully from taint

Drifting
Buoyant and bright
Faerie
Keep thee from plight

I’ll become the blanket
Lain with care cross your knee
Stewing in the sugar
Of weird causality

bunnies in the meadow

shrieking

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Frances Pylons