Through the trees princess there are sounds like
Leaves moving falling like rain and sighs
I see your eyes are greater than the moon
Softer than all feathers and whispering
Humming in me are words that would betray
What my damned face has tried to conceal till
I would feel them banging up against inside me
Like the always crowd around us
When you are near enough to touch and say
Still from your Indian fence you smile at me
Framed by all the others I do not love - a jewel in smoke
I smile back and think you do not understand
The way I look at you and am undone like string
Lying sprawled between stupidity and hope
I am lost in trees that hum and bang and damn and crowd
And sing.
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