curved by its intention

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Hyacinth garden

using her vessel to tent

beauty

itself

it is inaccessible



she blows an anise kiss

to the moon

winsome scented shadow

faint fragrance of desire

faded limitation renders

petals on the breeze

like memories



on a morning that awaits the sun

the night speaks through silent

tones

sounds quiver with ashen moonlight

that filter through a vase of bluish glass





while recollection is chastising

her flowing hemmed canopy

a carapace of lace

a purple gathering

finely curved by its intention






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