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I inhale the clematis,
a tangle of sensual bliss
flowering with abandon
against the desolate grey
of fence, of sky, of  life chapter
 I am a vine, tendrils
erasing out doubt,
even reason
a herald of change,
a thigh of an aroused nymph
soft and luminescent
at once
and the magic
of spring
returns
me, a new Persephone,
to earth