That's the one I shall choose first.
Three Petals
He would recreate her endlessly
Once, as he spoke
he slowly covered her naked body
with the petals of wild orchids
Petals on her eyelids
a delicate sleep
plucked from their
moonlit stems
blossoms parted
parted and closed
until there was
nothing
nothing but her shape
her scent
a crush of wild orchids
tangled where she lay
notelvis
aka
Deb
1 comment:
oops
that was me
notelvis
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