©2021 Michael Raven
pink sugar showers orchids & lace in the seductive mists of the dreaming
On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
Jean Genet, Our Lady of Flowers
once with flowers in my hair and blowing kisses i walked through opposing sides arguing about the righteousness or horror of desert wars naively believing love might conquer all
in the night garden
a huntsman and
his beloved blodeuwedd
kissed under
the light of the
moon
running velvet-soft petals over chapped lips whiskey on my breath
they filed by tossing flowers in his grave § already moving on from memories still warm
sceadugenga 