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.



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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous2:46 AM

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

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