Love Poem to an Amaryllis


a crown of flowers,

pale green at center

ending in creamy

white. Your petals

so delicate,

your veins shimmer

with crystals.

Named for a shepherdess,

you look lamb-soft

and tender-tame.

At the base of your


stamen, something liquid

has secreted,

some secret

nectar for a god.

Perhaps you’re


for safety,

for who knows

what the gods would do

to possess you?

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