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
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19/11/2016
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