refero Q Refero: Reveal Me The Flower I've seen the world's flower fields and, flying over, chose You, as you chose me, to savor at common places. You know this. Can these be fair: You never let me touch your flower's name? You worry long after I landed I learned your field but, you know, still not your row? Our unconnection is now two unsilent words: who, where. Your stem would be my pen, if I could know where to grasp it. Your tears and sweat would be my ink, if I could know whose blossoms would be my words. My pursuit will stay your revelation. Who, though, would be revealed? You, do please come to paint me whatever you desire. Yours are the petals I want back and forth across my skin. You, do please imagine until you're ready. Do, please, let me see the petals before you wet them. You, only you, do please reveal you and where to join me freshly watered in common vases. We will be the riches we accept from each other, there must be no hidden buds. You've left me, though, to gasping. I cannot give. I've no name, no row. I've no way to give the pollen breath. You, do, please, reveal me the flower. C 2000 000901 what's it to you? who go blather from