Flowers —

©2021 Michael Raven

pink sugar
showers
orchids
& lace
in the seductive
mists of
the dreaming

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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

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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

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in the night garden
            a huntsman and
        his beloved blodeuwedd
                  kissed under
the light of the
                       moon

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running velvet-soft petals
over chapped lips
whiskey on my breath

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they filed by
tossing flowers
in his grave
§
already
moving on from
memories
still warm