I don't like cut flowers
with their destiny
of sacrificial queens .
Blood roses that speak
violent passion and possession.
I only love the offering of living ,
fragrant orchids, heady scent
aster mystery, winter garden star
wild daffodil of the undergrowth
and you tender violet so discreet...
"Belle dame ''my love will not wither
in the water of an everyday vase !
Roots born of troubled feelings ,
they bloom solar lotus
to the freshness of a meditative wave...
My soul carries this immortal inspiration,
drama of subtle emanations
and painful thorns ...
Delicious forbidden poison
the bitter taste ...
I lay my lips on this royal lily ,
fire drawing on your shoulder,
impure clerics judgement ...
Your maleficient bouquet
of promise desires ...
Tragic black dahlia
surrendering to the red of night...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
It's a beautifully written ode to the unbridled side of nature and human emotion. An inspiring piece...
Thank you for this inspired comment !
Love it
Thanks Tony for your gentle comment !
You're welcome
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