Ode to the Calla Lily

One more thing I found... If there is such a thing as my flower, this is it.

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tender-pale mouth
soft fairy bed
when I see you I’m all wound
long white throat bared in supplication
longing for kisses
silken curves of your spathe enveloping a gentle secret
you curl and enfold like a protective mother
liquid folds swathe your treasure
the spadix emerges proud and erect
even O’Keefe was haunted by your​ halting perfection
suddenly you come into view
and tears burn my mouth
snow-white sentinel
petals spiraling into moist-white hearts
horns of ivory gramophones
singing a slow pianissimo
so potent a symbol you can herald
both love and death
and like love you house a subtle latent poison
since you refuse to be owned completely
flower of true ardor
scentless and pure
hover over me with heaven’s canopy
I want you guarding forever
my heart in passion's throes