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A Transmission
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So seduce me and come
into a garden of dark flowers,
pretending it is yours
to give away,

Where the soil, moist with
poisonous perfumes, is graced
with black petals, and red petals,
the blooming of which forces
dizzying breath into skulls
unaccustomed to grandeur,
gourds disoriented by beauty.

This garden in your house,
where the pulse and groove
of unforeseen intimacies is written
subtly, with gentle codes,
inside of your blood.

.................................
Ashley Spradlin
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Copyright © Ashley Spradlin
April 1997

...two poems in this room by Ben Ohmart...
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