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Rose petals thick and heavy Just ready to wrinkle Strong, firm, delicate Simple Feigning delicacy. Tighter and tighter to their middle Lips curling back Pouting open All eventually revealing the Veins! Veins Veins Veins on the roses From the underside spread upward, Uncurled, Veins. Some so proud and broad Some coy and curtseying Some wide open, greeting you. —— Some angling to the light —— Some fading their color at the tip —— Some! Some doubling inward. Two twists inside! Why? Overcrowding. Petals wide, petals too ready, petals broad And she made herself a lover —— Some older, wiser By quicker death wisdom grows The peaked face within Afraid Afraid of what is coming faster for her. Something her beauty could not slow An aging ballerina, refusing to retire her slippers —— Some wider More careless Hippies —— Some like a dance Such a vulnerable entrance   Opening up her lips, her arms, her legs, Spouting out her tiny tongue Aroused —— Some so full Hiding herself in her layers More of her. Ancient. Just a blip. Trimmed from their bush. Here to die in a vase by my bed.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
Rose Prey
Rose petals thick and heavy Just ready to wrinkle Strong, firm, delicate Simple Feigning delicacy. Tighter and tighter to their middle Lips curling back Pouting open All eventually revealing the Veins! Veins Veins Veins on the roses From the underside spread upward, Uncurled, Veins. Some so proud and broad Some coy and curtseying Some wide open, greeting you. —— Some angling to the light —— Some fading their color at the tip —— Some! Some doubling inward. Two twists inside! Why? Overcrowding. Petals wide, petals too ready, petals broad And she made herself a lover —— Some older, wiser By quicker death wisdom grows The peaked face within Afraid Afraid of what is coming faster for her. Something her beauty could not slow An aging ballerina, refusing to retire her slippers —— Some wider More careless Hippies —— Some like a dance Such a vulnerable entrance   Opening up her lips, her arms, her legs, Spouting out her tiny tongue Aroused —— Some so full Hiding herself in her layers More of her. Ancient. Just a blip. Trimmed from their bush. Here to die in a vase by my bed.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
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