consider the lilies.
consider that somehow they aren’t overwhelming.
consider that they don’t assault the senses,
that they aren’t garish – like old ladies
wearing too much make-up;
that they don’t season every breath
with their sickly sweet smell,
like flesh rotting.
consider painting them instead.
consider how that hides
our sense of the body.
makes it pleasant, even.
1 comment:
I like the sensation of "like flesh rotting". It brings to mind Easter lilies, which of course celebrates flesh NOT rotting. Very evocative. :)
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