Hyacinth garden

Apollonia haunts me

her testimony in yesterday’s language,

the sound inches back and forth

tilting to twilight

before the ancient stars


it sounds about 300 years old

I wonder if her frosted air

searches out the formula

tell me lovingly, tell me forever

give me your love, beset all of my musing

Apollonia is an echo

as she breathed out my name

voice of ecstasy, taunt me, with your shroud.

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