I awaited whole year
between gloom and light
for the "Queen of the Night"
to bloom
in white,
for in her splendour and might
I be again
the king of night,
and fairs
in her absence all year
through the thunder of my Excalibur
ignite
and
exhume
my kingdom
from my tomb.
I awaited the queen
to blossom one night,
to tear these gloomy nights
and sprout
out of every earthy doubt,
to undo my doom,
turning the year
inside out.
On my headrest
all year in my room
I hovered over flower buds
of anticipating bloom
like two imbrues
in the mirrors of
a zygomorphic womb.
Anticipating bloom
like the ephemeral posy's spout
of such a brief yet perpetual
scent and perfume.
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Queen of the Night, is a beautifully fragrant flower that blooms only a few nights each year, it is such a pleasure to see it in flower
