Sinking flower
sinking like my heart
do you laugh at the wind
that lodges in your petals?
Do you hang upside down
invert your pretty head
relinquish its white crown?
Do you betray love’s light
by splitting yourself,
do you beg for the
release of your little shelf?
Have you danced with
death’s mirrors, planting
nuggets of wisdom
like shy crystals in my
withered ears? Does your
scent drift in like a mother
tending injury or fear?
Are you correct in assuming
that life gets rich off you
and you alone—do you
drop, drop drop
your curtains to the floor?