Blush to lips are sealed

So hungry, pink and flowered:

Passion ebbs and flows


Precious pricking points

To shoulder’s breadth she clings to

-Cat claws out her heat


The gift of birdsong

Flying scattered on the wind

Tells a tale of friends


Bittersweet and sour

Is the lowly hanging fruit

Wasted on the vine


Wild sage and honey

So pungent, warm and sticky-

Clings to fingers licked


Wind blown and bitter

The scent of forgotten leaves

Rotting into Earth


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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