Otherworldly magnolia in the desert;
fallen blue drops on white petals.
Don’t die on me.
We came this far, my archangelic blossom.
Let the sand scratch my pupils,
clearing my eyes means letting go for too long.
You can have my shade,
ravishing white,
I don’t need it.
Ultimately,
when the collapse (metamorphosis) happens
use my desiccated body (cocoon) as a shield
from the sand storm.
White against sand
is the loveliest sight I’ve ever seen.
Burn it to my lids,
my last look.
***I don't so much like the title. I'm not sure it's done, we'll see.
1 comment:
I came upon your poem when I was searching for a photo of a magnolia. This photo is so beautiful, and so is your poem. thank you.
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