Doubly-stalked,
a crown of flowers,
pale green at center
ending in creamy
white. Your petals
so delicate,
your veins shimmer
with crystals.
Named for a shepherdess,
you look lamb-soft
and tender-tame.
At the base of your
sunshine-colored
stamen, something liquid
has secreted,
some secret
nectar for a god.
Perhaps you’re
scentless
for safety,
for who knows
what the gods would do
to possess you?
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