Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Stigma

so ready
to receive
what arrives in the air
the lily pistil
weeps

*

I, too,
want to
be joined
by something
invisible

*

it hangs, one clear drop,
and it hangs
and it hangs
and it hangs
and I watch

*

while I try to explain
what it means,
spirituality,
behind your back
lily petals splay

*

O lily!
the whole
world
becomes
flower

*

standing beside
the lily
I have
no names
worth knowing

*

ardent and sweet—
there is
no corner
of the room
not wearing perfume

*

what blooms
today tomorrow
withers
I tell myself
it is the same

*

there is still
too much
of me here
o lily, o lily
o lily

Exit mobile version