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 #26 

April
2013


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a poem by Hillary Lyon

Trumpet Flower

This flower is a showgirl
spotlighted in a hand-stand,
orange-pink legs apart, perfuming
the garden with her scent of
get-it-here-boys.

And they come,
hearts beating faster than wings,
slender tongues like straws.
Nature is so very hard to resist,
and every slut knows this.

© by Hillary Lyon

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013