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i g n o r a n c e~
is a rhyme without soul
an art of f a d i n g into oblivion...
like crestfallen tulips 
twirling through tethered rays
in the midst of seething sighs...
and I am more than the
blazing thorn
of a phoenix rose moon,
 infused in scarlet elixirs
 of a sorcerous twilight,
weaving l o v e 
         in golden glows
amidst double-flamed scales 
burning my velvety h e a r t...
    pondering, would you 
be the galactic gardener 
that waters 
   my weathered spirit
when I am but
 a mere memento~ 
 tangled in 
         vindictive vines of vanity,
for I have a voice 
        I sing in garnet grace...

if tomorrow 
you feel my heartbeat 
between vintage verses
of a scentless sonnet 
long forgotten,     and  e r a s e d 
remember,
 I am the silk and sage
     and the untamable 
 silhouette 
             of a balmy blossom
that refuses to breathe
 in the ossuary 
         of perished petals,
               and wrinkled dreams,
ostracized by 
          chauvinistic thistles 
                     and unpolished ink 
  pricking the soft stems
      facing cyclones of greed
c i r c l i n g 
           in sheer arrogance....
 
tonight  I trace the hyacinth heat
of unwavering zest,
         drawing sanguine 
smoke of love
            with winged gossamer
tied to the redolent roots
        of unblemished skylines
while crocheting 
             petrichor promises
unto the backbone of
           a nocturnal garden,
where handmade 
wreaths of hope and faith
feel softer than lunar light~
 as this heart resembles
       a maternal bouquet 
                         of burgundy b l i s s ...
a woman who heeds not
                     misogynistic mantras ...

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