Lily’s Lament

She’s in a cloak of colors calling loud,
While they are wrapped up in a holding hug
Beyond the cries above a roaring crowd.
He gives her golden hair a gentle tug
And hovers here by her small flower flame –
The lovely Lily longed and lusted gleams
Reflected from the sun of blazing shame
With all her yellow pollen dusted seems
To sit upon a steaming wooden pyre.
The heated gusts like ghosts who want to haunt
The others, teary eyes entranced by fire –
Its arms of orange-red immodest taunt
    The faces in unknowing light, defined
    Unmasked, the lily burns the well refined.

-kml, circa 1998-2001


~ by Karen L. on August 8, 2015.

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