vocalise

sutured Opulence is not the darkest Thing; mulch

and soil, grass and weed, kud-zu straining where

ivy laid – Who

is your opalescent Sprite here

to Command your Sisters desperate with deliverance

and a gentle Minuet?

We have graduated the academy of the stern Rose

there where we bit our thumbs

wicked cut the first One

pale with

a pink flushing our palms grazed with

subtle Scars droplets

of blood or Wine sluicing --