Bitter Of Rosemary

Let me

be the 

bitter

of the 

rosemary

for just a

moment. 

Let me

reveal 

who is 

swimming

in my

confidence. 

Let me

be the 

dew of the sea. 

Liberate

my memory

and 

clean the 

Sun's Stage

from 

heckling 

mining bees. 

Expel the 

bitter of 

the rosemary

vapors

like a potion 

from my ears. 

Allowing the

song 

of reveal

to dance

like the 

little 

hops of

meadow bunnies.