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Frailty of Love in the World of Nasturtiums

~ marsh water, brine, poison, rain~

I watched pain

As it made

Crystals in my eyes;

As it grew, saw it

Melt to form sweat on

The cheek of my heart,

And like a nasturtium leaf

In the rain,

Did not know I would

Feel it, till its weight

Was upon me.

Pain rolled in brilliant drops

Down veins and capillaries

Gathering strength, became

Candescent creme de menthe,

Overflowed pliant spillways;

And I was the sunset flower,

Immaculacy of saffron

Tight upon flared lips

Under a green parasol’s

Shadow, and I drank what poured

Into my mouth, as what

Grows under the sun will

Drink whatever comes their way

In the leanest of lean seasons —

Marsh water, brine, poison, rain.