Almonds Intoxicate

Almonds
Like the shape of your eyes
Intoxicate
Equally as well as cinnamon, the color of your eyes
That bewitch.
Cinnamon simmer
And our fragrance
Is made known.

I have heard
They harvest wild rice
By hand, skimming,
Riffling the waters
For chocolate colored seed.
Thyme goes slowly now,
Long-grain rice takes time
To soak and cook.
And the grains,
Do they fall between fingers
Or come and settle,
Unresisting?

By the wall, set in thyme, I sat,
Tired from tending
My garden of the golden heart,
On the other side of the wall
What say you?
Does your tending leave you
Too little thyme /to court?

Tear it down,
Tear it down,
Tear down the wall
For I shall not wait.
I cannot wait;
My heart awaits,
My heart awakes
From a cloven slumber.