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Balm

 

Wild rose

thorns    between my thighs.

 

Honeysuckle.

 

Daisy

chains    around my neck.

 

Celandine.

 

I tie,

forget-me-nots    in knots.

 

Tying  untying  laughing

crying.

 

You hold me in your arms

and say,

 

It’s goin’ to be alright,

babe.

 

Everything’s goin’ to be—

okay.

.