sweet dirt, liquid and luscious

(infested, as the flower is),

soft petals and succulent stalk

(pliable stalk, to be bent and twisted,

sucked dry),

newly sugared, gold-dust drizzler

(sugar-to be tasted and discarded),

hold me in your slow sway

(i’m in and out of you

and on to the next of you);

write me in and rub me out but not out of you

(misread, misled and misconceived little flower)

i am just what you were seeking,

sighting and


(i’m just a reflector,

the flecks of disgusted desire, but-

fragments of your vain,  veined self)

p.s: apologies to Lord Tennyson 

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2 Responses to lotus-eater

  1. rashmenon says:

    @The Silver Poet, andy and collecthemomentsonebyone: 🙂 thank yoo 🙂

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