c o n t e n t s
L o t u s i n t h e G a r d e n
Lotus
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I was captivated by the first traces of light that bounced
between ripples in the sky as you danced across the dawn
Your allure neither ignorant nor oppressed
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But hesitation caught in the undertow of each spill to
your skin from my dew-coated eyes crashed against the flow of
promises dripping off your tongue
Giving the daylight more time
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To unfold me slowly, pausing for breath in the lull of
tranquil nights spent coaxing lucid dreams through my veins
I was intoxicated by your sight
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But what I could not see instilled the wrong kind of
interest in my mind, curiosity playing me the fool I'd so
easily become
Until I was gently pulled apart
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One soft petal at a time, unable to ignore the burning
particles in the air that blurred sanity with sincerity
Swallowed whole in your spite
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Only to be reborn from thick strokes of grime painting
clear waters opaque, freed like dry eyes from heavy lids
I emerged, clean and pure
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Dripping in victory and knowledge meant to distill
from my body and bless the world with my beauty
Oh, What a purpose to be had
But I was unaware of my lifeline coiled up in your rays,
doomed to fall beneath the horizon just as quickly as I came
Left suspended, a gentle cry
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That even the scum of the Earth can offspring
wondrous things, and I refuse to fade under your withering gaze
Lest your light leave me blind
Violet
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Bare flesh and damp sheets
curled up in their
promiscuous intent
Hiding shame and regret
we do not deserve
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Your absence is felt
in the dreams of
infant hearts
But I revel in the space
you can’t reach
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And when tender veins burst
stinging eyes with
tears of rage
Your screams, they’ll yearn
for my company
Iris
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Let bygones effloresce
the old nurtures the new
Each fresh vessel of the Earth
rebirths meaning in its hollows
Say, who are you to me-
who am I to anyone?
We are perennial,
in hope, in faith, in theory
Let it be known
all sinners were once saints;
The light creates the dark
and we’re all painfully the same
Pansy
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You are a pansy
That is,
you pense dandily
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Imagine lovely things
where others
see tragedy
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Consider everything
vividly subtle;
pastel saturation
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You are a pansy
Ivy
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Tangled up in your sweet
berry lips and rough cheeks.
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Mangled bones growing weak
as frail twigs between teeth.
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Holly, darling, it seems
I can’t breathe.
Marigold
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Marigold,
Fairygold
What do you see?
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Jealousy hiding behind red lids,
asleep
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Marigold,
Fairygold
What have you done?
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Cast hatred in flames to watch the
lions run
Primrose
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We all blossom the same
Our stems parallel by nature
Then practice for space.
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