~ MAGNOLIA~ (with audio).

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.



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