April 1

#1
The bridal ashes
 
If her journal undressed like a flower unfolds into moaning her centerfold ripped pages of a story told and unread would glips with a smear of tears feathered by one's love thrush. I last saw you with your arms crossed as I walked near your pebble stone water wishing well...  
I do think so, you have the most beautiful garden flower in the world...  
I'd kiss your dream!  
I'd sleep by your pillow's seam!  
Lotus Capri.