Narcissus hangs



filling room with

spring scent


the thought

of love.


Narcissus rang



talking always

of himself;


walked into

the mirror


of my eye

lodged there




Narcissus pink



heavy petals

stroke the vase


promising to fall

as I might


under your

Narcissus thrall.



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