Friday, July 15, 2011

Underground

Flash of love
scalds red
a girl's face.

Death's touch
blooms gray
on mother's face.

                                We dance
                                like frightened
                                acrobats.

Mysteries so deep
outlive the bloom
in blush's rebirth.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'd have liked your lead stanza to have been the final one ... a sweet write. xox