Lover

Concave flower

I have watched you through the gray

So hollow in your quills

You sway.

Between silvered chills

 

Could you become my concave flower

Inward could you spread

Like petals plummet.

Could you be all that blooms inside my head

 

Could you become my concave flower

And wilt from neglect, child

My hands are filthy.

Between flesh your offspring slept

 

Could you become my concave flower

And yet, spiral from high places

Like lovers itch...

Could you seed before you die

 

Concave flower

Your starkness gives me pause

My lips crumble.

Timid tiger-lily tongues

Reviews

[Reina Stone]

Poetry's not my thing but I liked this.