for Echo

Your mother should have warned you

you should have known better

than to watch the world

with wadering eyes


You were not lucky enough to lose your voice

but cursed much wose

sweet foolish nymph

with a ripe, swollen heart

famished, enticed by impossibility

the gentle caress of a petal


A hummingbird flew by

brushing your silvery skin

your eyes gleamed like apples

heart aching with desire

muscles heavy with emotion

willowy woman, once burning brightly


Once skillful in speech

confined to scraps of words

adorning silence

when it was permitted

someone should have told you not to stay


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