April 8th – Flowers

I chose Laurel as my flower (well, flowering plant). No more explanations, here’s the poem:

Laurel

The scent of almonds
is my perfume –
a vacuous expanse
in my wake;
the cherry red lips
of unkissed boys –
their lips pursed
into one
final breath.

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