roses' petals kept him,
twirled him inside white throws,
blanketed him in relief
and then sealed him up.
they painted him in pollen,
they walked him with stamens,
and he never looked up, either,
because his roses filled him.
they throbbed thorns beneath him
that never struck him,
and he never snuck down, either,
because he had roses to swaddle him.
his roses kept him.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^'
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
roses' petals kept him,
twirled him inside white throws,
blanketed him in relief
and then sealed him up.
they painted him in pollen,
they walked him with stamens,
and he never looked up, either,
because his roses filled him.
they throbbed thorns beneath him
that never struck him,
and he never snuck down, either,
because he had roses to swaddle him.
his roses kept him.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^'
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