Unfinished infatuations
Linger
In the doorway
I would rather exit quit
Than enter
Into a fermenting embrace
Fizzling
My essence with it.
Instead,
I caress an orb of glass
That hoards
A Jupiter rose
Blooming out
A new kind of sacrifice
I haven’t met before –
Petals fall
Upon
The setting of a cycle,
Conscious and sick.
It’s hard to place
What is burning away.
🎨/📷 by Georgia O'Keeffe, Red Hill and White Shell, 1938