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Few times I sought you out
I won’t apologize
for the dead knock out
rose forgotten and left
like bluebonnet colored
bruises you left behind
I suppose I will say:
irises are at the ends
of rainbows or maybe
esperanzas were there.
They say my face is yours
he gave me most of you
but I have learned my words
are adaptable like
a katy petunia
you felt hibiscus tall
the last time I saw you
there was a field packed full
sunflowers and daisies.
We marched through those fields proud
we were bowlegged nodes
zexmenia like
it became a game to
not make noise or maybe
surely you remember
the salvia hot lips
the flock of hummingbirds.
I swear I love the past
bitter as if ginger
toxic like star jasmine.
I sought you out today
hands outstretched like runners
tus labios whispering
wisterias through me.
You have always been here
a lilac in the air.
