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Passion Flowers
They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though parted by differing time zones.
Words sprouted into flights of flesh,
sprig-like inklings
soon budded into Passion Flowers
as they nailed each other
to a burgeoning phone-talk
and flourishing images.
O such blossoms! O how the wide world
can cling and clutch
around far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many another female offshoot,
and she was a veritable Venus Fly Trap.
Thus, in their far-flung gardens
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
destined never to be close enough
to ever take root.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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