In the house of irises
I had pitiful joy
and sugar sweet sorrow
In this house I watched you, friends
alien flora, your twisted petals and tendrils opening, unfolding, tender as the organs, centremost in my own being
A perverse beauty, a wicked thing
In the house of irises
I lost my mind and left my body
left my mind and lost my body
Not woman, not a girl
not human, not divine,
but an inbetween thing,
an aberration to be studied
In the house of irises
you my friends, my soft salvation
my silent watchers
my only confidants
Your strange purple limbs, moving, moving, recoiling under the the heat of a new sun, back into to cold refuge of the earths the dark embrace
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