Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Black Locust

The black locust: a scent that owns each hour it blooms

Lush like velvet : delicate press of the lips : cool surface : warmth tucked within the thick

Perfume movement : a Van Gogh breeze : stars in dance of light

White blossoms that strike violet

I define as clarity : serenity : an answer to a question I have yet to ask

My head fills with the music of Forever

My tongue wakes the shape of X {sounding Xochitl}


E.A. O'Connell

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