With Alligators
waiting on every embankment, jaws
posed in carnivorous smile, all eyes and instincts
follow me as I wade into the water.
White robes rebel, refuse to hold
their breath, choose instead to spread about
me, petals to my stem.
Rooted among waveless tide,
I bloom. Stoic queen
scenting sacrificial call.
Waiting for selection, acceptance, and the whisper
of my cold-blooded king breaking the surface
of this sound.
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