after days of
and mist saddened rain
my pink rosette
swells to red
art, happiness, local color, love, poetry, sex, writing
botany, coitus, poetry, Roses
June 28, 2015 at 11:56 pm
Billowing, saddened, rosette, swells…sun…
What we experience. What we wish for. A circle that allows us to a greater sensory experience. Deepening, penetrating, experiential, connection. That which transcends sensory, that which transcends life. Depth. Magic, mystery, majesty. Epiphany and revelation.
July 1, 2015 at 10:15 am
Terry, it’s a fuck poem. Let’s not overly romanticize it. Ha!
July 28, 2015 at 6:15 pm
It is a weakness I must confess…
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