Narcissus hangs

heavy

 

filling room with

spring scent

 

the thought

of love.

 

Narcissus rang

again

 

talking always

of himself;

 

walked into

the mirror

 

of my eye

lodged there

 

unblinking.

 

Narcissus pink

feminine:

 

heavy petals

stroke the vase

 

promising to fall

as I might

 

under your

Narcissus thrall.

 

 

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