SANDRINE LETELLIER

Cyclamen
after D.H. Lawrence


I put a spell on you

dawn-pink 
dawn-pale

down under
in a pot near the windowsill	

my tetanizing love
greyhound bitch

her muzzle full of loam.

Up above
on my bare forehead,

the glistening aspect
of a Mediterranean morning—

sea-bleached
forever autumnal.