Blossoms Of Heaven Poem by Jeffrey McCambridge

Blossoms Of Heaven



I tread ashes and amber flowers
Lilly hills, and melancholy truths
As the ritual of my legs
Is preformed with fatal accuracy

Flowers stem, like feminine things
And we love them all the more
My pieces separate and break,
Pollinating the impenetrable wheat

Within her bosom, there are two flames
In a climate of gold, filled with fruits
Green haze, and yellow mists
A white ocean, dry with a twist

A lovely girl with tiny feet
And flowers for hair awaits
With manufactured shoes, threatened
By the coming of winter.

Nocturnal happiness, and lunar kisses
Extinguish grief before it spreads;
Making love in poppy fields and jasmine
With empty stomachs and full hearts

Fresh cut violets in the shadow of heaven
A curtain falls of celestial blood
Centimeters of romancing death
In the shade of tall trees

Death is green, and rides a pale horse
The color of exasperated water,
Dark and lifeless. Emancipated salts
And a sea of roses dominate my dreams.

Silence devours the winds
And the sea gives up it’s wrecks
To the moon as an offering of peace
Given from the bottom of her wet heart.

Tears wet the ashes at my feet
Trails of light, and broken wings,
And pull the dagger from my heart,
And place it between my eyes.

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