Lucy Alexander #48 Zinnia

Pucker up

we are all lips

all flames

all the red head

all the russet sisters

we throw our blood

vessels open to the light

stalk the night

mimic the sun

and shy at the moon

don’t ask if the red light’s

on in the darkenss

because then we are closed

worn thin from the kissing wind

worn pale by the day’s face

all our hearty selves

dried out and downwards

going grey from

the passages of time.