Magnolia,
abundant beauty given to this name,
It´s colour,
perfume, among all flora, the Dame,
Flowers dancing,
beneath cascading waterfalls,
Painted in
shadowed echoes, on old convent walls.
Blooms, dusted
& powdered, upon old maid´s breasts,
Scented on
lover´s pillows, where the sweet head rests,
Perfumed
in old memories, where time softly lingered,
Played in
forgotten melodies, upon keys, gently fingered.
In the creamy
bones of dead loved ones, now long gone,
I search
in memory´s cemeteries, where sun once shone,
Dredging
tombstones in petals, where I daily go & seek,
I find magnolias sleeping, upon my lover´s dead
cheek.
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