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Floral Game

Posted on: February 17, 2011

I wear the lilies like a dress.

Moving to my rhythm, they creep;

their dreams are dancing in my head

and softly singing me to sleep.

 

Violets lick my honeyed praises,

whispering a shy spell to keep;

their laughs are hiding my black wounds

and causing skeletons to weep.

 

Fires slip into my shadow;

Over my happy years they leap.

I find young reasons to lie down

in wicked roses, buried deep.

 

—Gianina Portfolio, 2000

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