Within Her

she stepped from the amaranth sky
of eclipsed moon

roseate wreath
wrapped in petaline plight

wandering winds
of familiar requiem

wafting bouquets
bearing dreams deliquescent

long has her linger
allayed my heart’s anguish

surrendered to waves
of an unwitting ardor

peridot drips
into amethyst druse

in these subtle striations
of our intertwining

without her 
i fold into prisms
of chaos

within her
transpires the depths
of my soul

 

[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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