Lest I Die Unbloomed
“Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all”-- King Lear Act V Scene ii
Why should not folks be mad
My dear, when women
Wear the same painted face
And men the same slant
Why should not
You throw the pearl of your soul
Into your passions
And eat the fruit of all the trees
In the garden of
The world
When living fully
Is such a healthy flower
To wear on one's bosom
The gift and breath of
Mother Earth Herself
Yet dearest, be wary
Keeping to the trees
On the sunlit side of the garden, shunning
The other for its grey and gloom
When sorrow can also be
The seed to
The sweetest fruit
For I hope you taste the lavender
Of whispered secrets,
The earl gray of misty mornings
Feel your cheek glow red with pleasure
But also learn to hear the words of pain
Or walk on the thorns of remorse
Or learn to lose in life or lust
Yet most all
I wish, my dear,
For you to be able to
Sit and breathe
Wherever you may be
That eternal Breath
From the sweet air that
Touches the sun.
Copyright © Justine Delacroix | Year Posted 2021
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