Darren C. Demaree

Emily as the Night Was Burnt Orange

I destroyed
the rose bed
to lift
the rose bed
to throw
the rose bed

against the almost
& since Emily
was naked
in the yard

I had wanted
to have
the color
of her body
be without

She stood
out in the black,
for a moment,
before the roots
landed at my feet
& the blossoms
curled around me,

she was whole
& in conflict
with the beauty
of the every day.
I wrestled that
moment for her.

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