Whom Love Pries Paisley Apart by Catherine Blauvelt

Whom Love Pries Paisley Apart

I leapt with fuchsia and called 
  for better times. I couldn’t see  

  under crab grass,
redhead plash. Once the birdbox 
fell from sill 
 to bluedrift. A sun far
   from shirtless. 

                 She shook her head 
               and let an eye loose.
 Once the toucan was hungry 

and without hair, to frill
 its neck out to sea.
  Once the redhead
    for me. 

I fell to a shape; “Under legs
  I’ll come too. Short distance, 
 accept my plant. 
Nearly yes,
 only you.”