How Does One Come To Have Blepharitis?

Alma

There is a snake grows roses to you,
and a milky river of stars that overflows
becoming the song that takes my years of fire and flooding
funds from my word.

There is a sea of \u200b\u200bsummer lost your hips
and a night sky at the secrets of your eyes, your mouth
and joys that I know about wine

of Greece and Rome, you're with me, and without measure .

There goldfinches that huddle for your hair, sunflowers

is cradled between your breasts

and my hands go a round day.

There

afternoon that rain always through your back, raise butterflies

hood

field and the moon to sleep in your rose water.