As She Told Me About Her Flute

His flute would make flowers bloom Bees would hum their song in the flute To me there was music in his wavy breath That aroused buds in my window garden I would feel sparks in the flow of my blood Life without him and his flute would be futile Because he brought out music from his air He was the most truthful this I believed The spring of my smile overwhelmed the flute We made maddening love and got married The nectar from his breath on my lips Made me shudder into a blue emptiness I didn't realise this summer would be brief too I would be destroyed by the underlying violence My flowers of love turned wounds of abuse The music worsened into verbal assaults Passion of the flute shifted to my sister One after another broken nests followed I rue the moment I thought I had struck gold Little did I realise it was a fool's gold ___________________________________________________ 19/11/2016