She moved her fingers
Along shadowed curvature,
Feeling the hollow strength
Of such a stem.
Her repleteness beguiled me
With strength
She was not this blossom of fragility.
She had outgrown the dainty
Nature that provided
A certain kind of suckling.
Tenuous beauty,
Curling her petals upon the touch
Was now a story
Of a different stem
A different kind of flower
She grew in soot,
Devoured in different soils.
I love the stout firmness
And
Stubborn petals.
This is my home,
my body,
my flower.
Niko Eden expresses her love of story-telling through dance, imagery, and words. Hanging up her professional ballroom shoes she joined the U.S. Air Force, receiving an Achievement Medal for her tour in Saudi Arabia. She has been published in Bahia Bahia Magazine, Dillydoun Review, and the anthology, Proud to Be: Volume 10.
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