Gleaning
Bringing fruit from the blooming
Of dark, hopeful lips;
From a pause,
To a purse,
To a soft airy phrase;
Pushed past rose
in the simplest prose:
A question,
An answer,
A sweet imposition;
Tongue between teeth,
Such a brief composition:
All petals and nectar
and fluttering pulse;
A harvest presented and gently presuming.