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Sestina for a Second Soul
You can imagine the soft velvet cloth
Curved like a tangent around your body.
Yesterday green worms spewed raw silk and sex
And tonight you are a thing of beauty.
You walk like the side walk is your runway
And the spring rain pours for you to blossom.
I used to die each time you would blossom.
I peeled back your breasts with a strand of cloth
and dived wildly to crash on the runway.
I swear, I invoked war on our body
And only you were struggling for beauty.
At the end, did you still question your sex?
Sometimes at night, we felt peace after sex.
My secrets in your ear made sleep blossom
And you dreamt I had a certain beauty.
Tonight you spun around in unwhite cloth
And you reclaimed all sense of your body.
Then you left me like a teenage runway.
At a stop-light you silence the runway,
Then walk quickly to shake off thoughts of sex.
A car of boys double-takes your body.
And your eyes become embers in blossom.
You spit unlike ladies behind soft cloth,
On your shoulders, the night is raw beauty.
I will miss recognizing that beauty
Your clipped wings made you fall on my runway,
But now they are open, free from the cloth
And others can worry about your sex.
No longer can snow stunt your sweet blossom,
No longer will scars fade on our body.
To music and lights, you twist your body
And once again smile at your own beauty.
Your seed in the wind lands here to blossom,
Far from home on a delicate runway.
It’s so nice not to need strangers for sex,
To treat yourself to lipstick and smooth cloth.
But cloth will not determine your body
And naked, you’re no sex and all beauty
So strip the runway and guard your blossom.
Amanda Louise Jendrick
is an aspiring writer living in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
Email: Amanda Louise Jendrick
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