Sunday, June 12, 2011

Black Orchid

Black Orchid

And there she sat outside my windowsill bowing,
Her admirers sprawled at her feet.
They, a green sea of whispers,
Her, black as silence.

Her body, like a charred skeleton,
Stood against a broken sky.
Wayward winds embraced her frame
As the others cowered like retreating waves.

She stooped in solitude.

Onyx petals enclosed her frame
Like a ballerina bidding adieu.
Her face a somber velvet.
A darkness so hypnotizing I almost looked through her.

Petals drifted to the ground like black tears:
A sight so heavy it suffocated me.
And as I closed my curtains I dared not blink
For fear of missing the final tear fall.

Then there she lay in solitude. 

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