By Wynn Wilkinson

LOVESPELL

I AM THE AMBER LOTUS WHO HAS THRICE BLOOMED IN THE SUN.

I AM THE AMBER LOTUS

THRICE-BLOOMED IN THE SUN

(FIRST 2 TEACH THE BEETLE POLLINATION CAN BE FUN)
(THEN 2 SHOW THE CHESTNUTS THAT THE SHOW HAD JUST BEGUN)

(LAST 2 TELL THE MOON OUR FEUD IS OVER & I WON)


MY HEART IS SLICK FROM SUMMER RAIN THAT FALLS WITH SANGUINE THUDS

MY VENULES COURSE WITH BRITTLE QUARTZ THAT FRACTURES IN MY BLOOD

MY LIPS ARE LIMESTONE RIVERBANKS WHICH SEASONALLY FLOOD

IN THE STREAMBED SPIT-SHINED KUNZITE POLISHED IN THE MUD


I UNDERSTAND THE POROUS PRAIRIE SLICK BENEATH MY TONGUE IN MAY

I RECOGNIZE THE CROWDED WHISPERS URGING ME 2 SIT & STAY

I UNDERSTAND I GET A SAY

THEY RECOGNIZE I GET MY WAY

I UNDERSTAND THE GRANITE’S PLAYFUL SHIMMER ON A ROSY DAY


THE ORIOLES ADORE THE RIPPLED TEXTURE OF MY RIND

MY AMBROSIAL PRESENCE SEEMS 2 SUBJUGATE THE MIND

MY SOUL GREW ON A TREE WHERE EVERY BRANCH WAS INTERTWINED

MY LOVE OUTSTRIPS THE NECTAR OF EACH GARDEN MYTH COMBINED


MY WORDS FLUORESCE LIKE CORAL IN THE DARKEST DEPTHS OF HEARTACHE

I DISREGARD THE TOXINS OF ANEMONES & SEA SNAKES

THE SIREN SINGS OF GIVE & TAKE

SAILORS FIGHT 2 STAY AWAKE

MY MYSTERY ATTRACTS PEARL DIVERS YEARNING 4 MISTAKES 2 MAKE


SPEAK THIS IN THE MORNING

WITH UR MIND ON ANY1:

I AM THE AMBER LOTUS

WHO HAS THRICE BLOOMED IN THE SUN ■