Poem: Neovascular Petals As Our Love Wanes


Pistils, blunt florets

here at rest and in motion

your tender components

organic and aqueous

your voice sweet pollen

in my lungs

like pending interrogatives


The geometry of your blooming eyes

is a spider under an atom bomb

running your perfect brush across me


shut off as a Cadillac mastodon

over my love months

and now dawn to you

vaporous skin I loved you


unraveling in your arms

like an 8mm film


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