blooming constantly aspired to
winters that could
wan my red-mark'd stem
and i alone, endured the
howling death of friends
friends and lovers
who once were mine
and hushed fragile
tragically declined
to every weighty winter
with no hope of
a silken spring
and looked on me
as i softly sighed
a prayer to last me
through the desert season
till the months when
twilight consumes day
i touched their green
and hoped
where hearts did lusty dream
(i find)
of petals
petals
so sanctified
petals that will be mine
i looked to
the stalks
and dreamt of a death
where
strong blood melted
on porcelain skin
and i
instilled in mine life
with words that whistled,
words
beyond mankind.
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