A Long Dead Message
I can’t afford to send you flowers. Besides,
They’re only flowers. I want to send instead
Those things that blossoms stand for, those that brides
Desire. A garland for your curly head
Is what you need, one made of brightness, joy,
And subtle sacred things, like vestments white
With purple worn by priests of love in Troy
When trying to assuage Queen Helen’s bright
Sin. Lingering stains of innocence in me
Are what I want to send to you. Things soft,
Hard, strong, and delicate, and words like “thee,”
”Belovèd,” “loving token,” held aloft
..Are what I need to place upon your hair
….Or heart. I’m striving for a petaled snare.