Magnolia petals of aurora blush, their wilted edges bitten and rusted; release and spiral in soft early breaths, to their end they pool in prismatic dimensions…luscious…overlapping in depths of sueded intentions; a tooth for bite and vernal lore, bewitch all senses and siren bare toes, to dip beneath the sun drenched surface…blinded…stepping, crawling into an Ophelia repose; and all that stirs is the drowning perfume of reminiscence, at the corner of her eyes tears, slipping…interflowing…indistinguishable from her archaic art of tongue; on a wall suffocated by latticed vines, Persephone writes sonnets to Hades in hues of immortality

E. A. O'Connell. April 15, 2021.