Flower Cycle

Photo by Sigra DeWeese

By Sigra DeWeese

Flower Cycle: Lilacs 

This is not sweet love 

It is not hope or 

Longing looks 

It’s the stringent 

Smell of fear-sweat 

Prey in my own neurons 

Because nothing 

Makes a heart race 

Like the unknown 

Flower Cycle: Pink Rose 

You ask how long you have to wait to kiss me 

And I barely get the words out before you do 

There is, of course, 

Some small withdrawal 

You are admirable in your admiration 

But I have a ways to go yet 

Until I find the means to accept it. 

Wanderer 

I have cooled on you. 

Stranger things have happened but 

I haven’t met them

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