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

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

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