He met her under the magnolia tree,
when it was one sun shy of blooming-
the flowers a candelabra
of purple fingers looming.
He kissed her under the magnolia tree
when its flowers were become,
all purple tinted teacups
over flowing with the honeyed milk of love.
He had her under the magnolia tree
as the petals came undone,
and fell upon her lilac skin
that swelled with sweet red blood.
He buried her under the magnolia tree
with the full moonshine above,
and he married the girl to the magnolia tree-
and the tree unto his love.
First appeared in ‘L’Allure des Mots’, issue #11, 2013.