Prickly to the eye and silky to the touch,
Your flowers are extinguished suns.
They seem to have swallowed
The woes of humankind.
And saturated with excruciating pain,
They are maroon —
The color of dried blood,
The color of my wounds, my heart.
Dahlias #2
Prickly to the eye and silky to the touch,
Your flowers are extinguished suns.
They seem to have swallowed
The woes of humankind.
And saturated with excruciating pain,
They are maroon —
The color of dried blood,
The color of my wounds, my heart.