and now he feels wisteria,
her fingers brush across his arm –
with presence light, ethereal,
in purple-hued tyrian charm

his eyes will close, and he will see
her colors now within his head –
wisteria, most quietly,
does all her work with words

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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