Saturday, December 7, 2013

Winter bloom

It is not the summer flowers
I lust for most when I stroll
These remote paths
But the winter blooms
That loom over me
Or over which I stumble
Pedals spread wide before
My upturned face
Where I might catch the
Lingering scent of once
Rich perfume,
And let the tip of my tongue
Linger in the thick nectar
My fingers gripping long stalks
At whose ends un-burst buds
Ooze still with fresh dew
This loneliness exposed
This naked truth
Stripped to the bone of me
So that I am expose
Inside and out
Leaving me here
With only heavy sighs
And the winter mists

For comfort

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