it was 1969
it was hell no
we won't go
all along the angry fold
the dark-skinned lobes
inseparable & old, bloomed
a necessary separation
by generation―
boomed [ ] unspeakables
(paid for still) lip to lip, a
myriad-eyed maiden
difference --a singing
DIS son [ance] nature
beating & beaten; " in "
it speaks, repeatedly &
deep, the blooming down the
arms of granny hands; shows
us how the unwilling moves
unwilled in O
who cannot discern
even now in the fists
her child of Nyx,
her will, not willing but stuck,
powerless & tight with heat
till the maid for animal Aides
in the heart of the eustress crown
goes into heat & the necessary angel
in the immortal fumer fumes
unopened curls
in formless tendrils of perfume
a wild shadow form is not lost
nor loss anymore where a mused
by weighty scent guides
the midnight hour in the
vegetal soul of the flowering
child with a taste for seeds
& a nose for Nyx; just let her
undo what day has done
and do what day cannot
© 2010 mythopoetry.com Flower Power (Ontogenesis & Psyche) stephanie pope matter & beauty poetry series
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