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this heart's flower contained in her spiritual fruit |
Persephone's Bouquet
-stephanie pope |
seed-sunk and retained in her memory -regrew |
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a girl
like she
would have wanted
the flower
not sitting in shade
in the (h)eat of devour
nor snapping the beat
without think without thank without power
sometimes I can feel
through this whole in my art
an order of odors
ensouled in a-part:
her word on a page;
its ask in our wage
that works like a-wake
through the junk in my heart
were a girl like she
to have wanted from me
and the ask in the eat
that she roared in the rage
and the worked up words
through the want
in the wage of a mind
in the heat of deflower
I
may build yet a stage of this spot
and this (h)our
if I sink like a seed and I bleed
with the power in the soul of that art
from the low that I feel
from a girl like she
really wanting
to flower
who wanted for real
way down in the bowel
in the voice in the vowel
in the cup of the curl
I drink to that girl
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| -------she knew what she wanted |
| persephone |
she wanted she wanted she wanted the flower
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persephone |
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