Flower in a Vase

Molucca balm
in glass, upright,
parallel to my lips;
I inhale
mauve irises,
muted fixations
gathered by another
at the seams of us.
We’ll fill the uncolored
sepal with
opaline paint,
or nothing.
I’m breathing all this
in so you can lay me
down diaphragmatic.

-Kayla Frances Murray

Kayla Frances Murray is a poetess who is settled in Central Florida for now, surrounded by live oaks and magnolia trees. She loves lavender coffee, practicing living lightly and consciously, and all that jazz.