Do not be ready before your time.
There’s no knowing what symmetry
is marshalling itself below this confusion.
First the long attentiveness of listening
must be paid. Don’t brave your way
out of this husk while it serves
to protect your impressionability.
Let yourself be kept a while longer
in these origins
where you are mine alone
and I am only yours.
Let something sweet be made of our secret.
Put not your offering into the world too soon.
Let it ripen in the guardianship
of your trepidation.
Let this fallow time be stretched
For it is in this unreadiness
that beauty takes its form.
Live a season longer in this holy refuge.
Because soon what nectar
is made of our union
will be for all the world to drink,
or not drink.
And you will need to remember what grace
was allowed only
by your long staying hidden.
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