Forgotten Blooms Poem by Mari Martin

In a garden,
where malliflowers grace the air,
tiny snails traverse green leaves
leaving trails of their life
like a poet's lament onto pages
wet with his blood.
Gathered stone from the streams
are placed along paths of lost love
there for my feet to follow.
My soul breathes the dried earth
as if it were sweetest nectar.

My soul casts off it's dress.
I walk naked through the thorns adorning Love's rose.
My breast is pierced, bleeding,
thighs scratched and raped
by a poet's pen dipped in the ink of need
written upon me like wounds.
Pain sleeps upon fragrant petals
that stick to my bloodsoaked skin.
The scent of rose a pungent aphrodisiac
assaulting my senses like monsoon.

Malliflowers rise and fall in the breeze
spreading blooms before me
as I lay open my heart
to the assault of his poetry
upon my body.
Exquisite pollination.

Like the dew of a new morn,
I sleep on the empty pages of his aloneness
planting marigold seeds
in this long forgotten garden
that once was his heart.