Fevers Spun a Garden

We can manage a dull afternoon

When punished lilies

Imitate the army of rebel waters

Sneaking away on tiptoe

From an empire of lawful soil

 

Watchful of flood signals

We will wait for a jealous wasp

To peel back the detonators

For springboard demolitions

Fancied on limp petals

 

While soldiers of nectar’s plight

Talk over plans with bees

We see an enemy of discreet magnitude

Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees

Our hearts soaked in criminal teas

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