Chrysanthemums the color of desire
Are planted in her skin, soft story-tellers
Kept mum and bursting: here, that slim attire
Weaves petals through itself while garden-dwellers
Explore the edges, gaping, gasping, none
Aware of where each meager thread connects.
Don't pull, she pleads, or else I'll come undone,
Unwound and frayed, and woven with defects
Beyond my pleasure principle, beyond
My gardener, pressed by waves to cede the shore
In darkening curves, unable to respond
To water at my feet. The tides ignore
Her cheer, and she their grief. Chrysanthemums
Reduce her; all around, the garden hums.
Are planted in her skin, soft story-tellers
Kept mum and bursting: here, that slim attire
Weaves petals through itself while garden-dwellers
Explore the edges, gaping, gasping, none
Aware of where each meager thread connects.
Don't pull, she pleads, or else I'll come undone,
Unwound and frayed, and woven with defects
Beyond my pleasure principle, beyond
My gardener, pressed by waves to cede the shore
In darkening curves, unable to respond
To water at my feet. The tides ignore
Her cheer, and she their grief. Chrysanthemums
Reduce her; all around, the garden hums.
2 comments:
We are not but living, breathing humans and yet the inanimate server must insist on ascertaining whether we are of its kind or its makers? La.
Deliciously romantic half tinged erotic, it seems. Wonderful imagery and very interesting expose of "her."
Is "she" is the garden plot?
Almost exquisite in its rendering, its so very lovely, each succeeding line full of interest.
I like your internal rhyming "skin/slim", "Aware/where".
Very enjoyable, more especially so since it is in the accepted tradition of Shakespeare as opposed to the wild deviations lately plaguing your posts. (If being friends may hopefully excuse me for being so cheeky.)
I really like it. What inspired it?
The inspiration was to write something classically Romantic, and "Chrysanthemums" sounded apt and it scanned. :)
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