There were lilies there scattered

A contemporary poem from E.B. Johnson.

Photo by James Lee on Unsplash

among them; forever lounging in petals that were not
their own. i asked if you had ever seen anything so lovely
and you responded with a sigh of regret.

when we comb among the beach-breaks, we sometimes
find glass. an exceptionally lovely thing to be so broken.
tendrils of aphrodite kiss our feet and we laugh;

the sun sets over t…