Dahlias: the Art of Withering
Worn petals
rumpled linen sheets
on my bed,
scattered with stamen
and carpel—
discarded garments
still wet with sex,
the pollen dust
of your perfume
spent on me.
Something blooms
under my rib cage
the way earth yields
the way a kiss
breaks ground.
Tongue curls
in the hollow
of my mouth
surrounded
by the taste of dew.
Will our love pale
in withering?
Or will it sublime?
Christine Fojas is a Filipino-Canadian hailing from Las Piñas City and currently living in Metro Vancouver. She has a BA in Comparative Literature from University of the Philippines and works as a library technician at Douglas College. A list of her publications can be found at her website. She is also on Twitter as @chrisfojas. She is a regular contributor for Marias at Sampaguitas.
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