Flora

Delicious Flora,

with sharp breasts pricking

through rose hedges,

has gone away.

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Never a man

shall find her walking

through deep grasses

in light of day.

Only in his mind

will her thighs quicken

day and evening,

sunlight and rain:

There, in his dark blood,

will her blood awaken

music, and swift limbs

piercing his brain.

Structure

17 lines · 3 stanzas