Perennial

I sit quietly,
observing the silent curves of this Plumeria,
a life extending like an infant.

No lament today,
only the surreal fire of this body,
listening to the hanging exhilaration.

As if, it digests the broken star
running across it’s face of thawed bone.
It shifts it’s mouth
to a better pathway.

It has a space to collect water,
to extend a chin of its part
biting this orange earth sipping sunlight.

This flower disobeys my myth
in small portions for me to eat.
There is a half – eaten Poetry
that I saw today,
hidden in the soft folds of life.

I think of keeping it’s lesson
running wild
soft as a summer grass
on my productive legs today.


things with flowers

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its like lilies.
diluted heaps of blue tears.
scalded and indexed.
all the marking onto my heavy lips.
My lips are even today,
with plum shade paint
dancing on the rim of sorbet.

its like white wildflower,
a fish with black scales dancing in its slumber.
Piquant, small pebbles cascacding from tears.
salty as skin. salty as dream.

its like mirror,
sequin shades of lover.
i am wondersruck galaxy.
These veins in my hands run fever now.

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