Poem: Salve and Absolve

 

Salve and Absolve

 

we suckle the elixir

of balmy crocus and

welcome with glee the warmth

of its snow-white-less witchcraft.

irises sprout in our eyes,

hyacinth in our veins.

an organza of bloodroot

stirs our awakening breaths

as we inhale the moisture and dark

of a pandemoniacal soil

soon to exhale clover and

quartz-bright wings.

 

we cry out into rising storms

which trellis green on tarentellas,

a petal-and-vine of cyclone-bliss.

our bodies lilt and flirt and

blossom within silken shawls now such

lustrous airborne dancers!

until

clouds of rhododendron

speckle the blue azure, catch the

sweet fire of a melon sun,

and then shower the murmur of

our old wound, salve and absolve,

gracious in their verdant reign.

 

so it is!

wreathed in abandon

till the pulpy deeps of night,

and to swim and leap moon’s joys and

woes soon-to-be reborn:

silver into gold, gold into green,

green into silver.

 

 

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9/9/25 .. changed some words

crocus first flower of spring