Flowers
Only Confess When They’re Alone
There is a storm inside these
blooming flowers stoic and ruinous
the pale blue gives way to lightly
stricken nerves amidst the ample
expanses I am a transient overcome
and replete with terse desires
a gathering of moths exorcised the
hysterical pain as the still
humid air hugged our lungs as
a batch of feathers kissed my
face I pictured you peering
at me through the flames
J.L. Moultrie is a 30 year old poet based in Detroit, Michigan. He fell in love with reading and writing poetry after encountering Hart Crane, Rainer Maria Rilke and others. His work appears in Rigorous, WhiteWall Review, Sonder Midwest and Gravitas. He is a dog and cat dad and holds an Associate of Arts degree from Wayne County Community College.