Lavender Siren
By lupus tenebrae
Pardon blushing flattery by the lapel
of my denim, winter eyes, cold as needless
shiver cellos, lamenting
over headstones.
Piano sadness…
Instead of her caressing
in times of grief,
unsung in her ivory and stones unturned,
met with marble, lavender siren’s dresses
stupefy the heart.
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