H e l i X

So slowly, so coyly, you swell from your shelL
Nudging through dew in a sheen of graffitI
An ooze of your ink kisses grassy nirvanA
In mystical cursive as mad as the mooN
    Linguists are lured to your slippery whisperS
Licking clipped lawns with the stickiest blisS
In silvery lingo on green velveteeN
Aiming to revel in floral euphoriA
Nuzzling through whorls of pink petal confettI
Sucked into swirls of your signature traiL

Susan Jarvis Bryant

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