The Foolish Flower

Sunflower Clytie

A static place; her crimson face

She would turn to ash

If he was a ball of flames

She has fallen, signed and sealed

Eyes devoted enough to one

Like humans learned of no other Sun

The mad part of desiring

Is when there’s a risk of dying

She’d be Clytie and he’d be

Her dearest Apollo

And she’d have her feet

Eaten by the ground

 

Her demise will always be

The color of the light

Even if the cause was

Her love never known