curved by its intention

Hyacinth garden

using her vessel to tent



it is inaccessible

she blows an anise kiss

to the moon

winsome scented shadow

faint fragrance of desire

faded limitation renders

petals on the breeze

like memories

on a morning that awaits the sun

the night speaks through silent


sounds quiver with ashen moonlight

that filter through a vase of bluish glass

while recollection is chastising

her flowing hemmed canopy

a carapace of lace

a purple gathering

finely curved by its intention

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