Mapping the Garden

The bruise flowers from
a love bite, taking shape
along the vine of spine,
petals edging green
around purple hearts.

The pulsing hollow of the neck,
the green stone rocking along
the black cord lead like touch
stones, like guide stars, down

a trail of candy kisses from one
kind of ruin straight to another.
But the moon and the word promise
redemption and we believe.

© 2012, Annmarie Lockhart

Our November featured author, Annmarie Lockhart, is the founding editor of vox poetica, and the founder of unbound CONTENT.


6 thoughts on “Mapping the Garden

  1. Exquisite is the word for this magnificent poem. My heart beats stronger while enjoying the beauty of the promise.

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