(photo by author)

Yes, rules indeed

Rules and expectations of decency

But perfect fruit

At peak of season

Tight and uncovered

Desires nay begs the paw

to pluck from harness

Release from bondage

Grasp and grip

For sake of new life

For this

my unknown love

with your face

turned away

South

toward west third

For this even

in late April

On a day of such cloudthirst

can I not satisfy this hunger?

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