Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem #74 of 365

She bade me lie
upon my back
and never mind
the world:

just close your
eyes and see
white light.

I heard the sound
of broken stems
as she pulled off
the flowerheads

and placed some
on my torso

then i felt sudden
as she rubbed
me down with blossoms

brushing the petals
into my skin with
short swift strokes
like erasing a name

striking a match.

The scent of the flowers
made my room
a midday garden,
a bed of serene
and quiet prayer.

The last one then,
a carnation white,
she perched between
my lips,

and it was that one,
that last flower,
that set me singing
tears melodic
down my face
in two racing liquid trails.

[recalling the flower limpia that Patrisia performed on me]

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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