And she returns when the sun is most dire.
Her sonnets and ribbons
form a delicate bow.
The knots unravel a gorgeous lineage,
shy of obscenity
and laced in desire.
She returned when the sun was most dire;
and alongside her shadow
was casted a wilted flower.
She is to blossom again,
when her roots are fertilized,
and the sun is no longer a necessity.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC
And she returns when the sun is most dire.
Her sonnets and ribbons
form a delicate bow.
The knots unravel a gorgeous lineage,
shy of obscenity
and laced in desire.
She returned when the sun was most dire;
and alongside her shadow
was casted a wilted flower.
She is to blossom again,
when her roots are fertilized,
and the sun is no longer a necessity.