Each petal hugs the creamy white bud
as though endless acoustic in bruised sunsets,
he, my sentence, my ode and decadent Β sin,
observes them placed upon the nightstand.

As though endless acoustic in bruised sunsets,
bound by emotion raging soft in his hazel eyes,
our fingers entwine

He, my sentence, my ode and decadent sin
five shades lighter than carob,
falling with a little more love is the only therapy

Observes them placed upon the nightstand
and smiles, as we navigate through our lives
with a less than known map.

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Magnolias on light blue velvet cloth,” by Martin Johnson
Heade, Fair Use.Β 

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