Lines Composed on a Near Pristine Day, Reflected in a Spoon

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Lines composed on a near-pristine day, reflected in a spoon

Bandit breezes, a tinge wealthier now
Having made off with encores of your fragrance-
Invisible You's: contracted no doubt                      condensed?   (contracted/protracted seems a bit much to me)
in some protracted embrace or in
appropriations of skin by the other.

Out there, taut, parted in red-sea fashion,
the rows of a virgin garden tilled for
the ambition of tomatoes and corn,                    drop the comma
not remains of our fling, flung motionless,            I'd insert a the before remains
like a prize baby-doll flailed till faceless.
My rupturing hands mold sadness in haste.            don't understand this line; why or what are your hands rupturing; in fact, I think it could be cut

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