Ferocious flower
Cast out

Dent de lion

Imagine a dot
On the horizon: that is
Him, your beloved.

There is another room
You could spend time in.
What a shame not to enter

Once in the sweet dark of an empty house,
All alone while the others slept upstairs,
I knelt before a memorial candle

When I returned to the hive I was one
Among many, in a blistering hum;
A braid of air had brought me far from home,