(A Floral 1-3)

[madscenes]

1.
Flowers are an expression of her soul, she believes, she devotes herself
to reflections dying delicately in white and red and the pinkish blue hue of eyelids.
She pins flowers to her chest (camellias) as she descends the staircase to some ballroom,
unspecified, flowers (daisies) does she glue to her fingertips by way of sweat or tears.



2.
Lilies are the purest kind of flowers
as little sisters are the purest kind of beings,
and she had a little sister once but left her to the Southern French fields
like a wild lily in the corn.
Kiss me as if I were your daughter, she asks of monsieur Duval, to make her feel
young and innocent and lily-like as she never has before
he presses his lips to her forehead.
Oh, but she had sworn not to become a hopeless romantic.



3.
Bouquet in transit from grip to ground, slow downward motion towards a permanent destination.
They tread it all underfoot, these flowers, emotions. She, him.
A stage left behind, seemingly empty.