Elegy For Autumn by Jasmine Sword-MannThe magnolias are
gone, love. The winds have blown and
shook the seeds to sheathe
someone else's thighs;
water streaked they ooze her red
petals: nectar you
suckle, ruby throat,
until the winds blow and your
silence feeds my rain.
Until my stems are empty. 09/28/2005 Author's Note: Published in the Winter 2009-2010 Vol. 2, Num. 3 issue of The Tower Journal (published as Jasmine Mann).
Posted on 03/28/2010 Copyright © 2024 Jasmine Sword-Mann
|