Bitterness…
Echoes,
From Heartstrings,
Strummed,
With Dramatic Melancholic--
Hands--
Of One,
Who Dares to Call Himself--
A Man…
This Song--
His Song,
Once of Sweet Chocolate Kisses…
Expelled--
The Fragrance--
Of Red Roses,
Their Petal Tips,
Oozing of Sultry Red Wine…
Tune--
Of Intoxication--
His Love…
Us,
Upon the Joys,
Of Our Horse Ballet--
Carousel--
Galloping Dance,
Whirling,
In the Air,
With This Knight…
And I--
His Queen,
Under Full Surrender,
To His Sweet Tune;
Now…
Of a Scratchy Record,
Spinning-
Meaninglessly,
Upon,
Bruised Ears,
That Can Bear No More,
Of This Rancid--
Song…
How Lulling It Has Become,
To Dismount,
To Surrender,
Unto,
An Unlikely One…
Humulus Lupulus--
Hops of Bitter Mellowness,
Tangy Smoothness,
Upon My Tongue,
Drowns,
But for a Moment,
It Does,
That Now Bitter Love Song,
Strummed,
With a Hand--
Of Dramatic Melancholy,
Of One--
Who Dared to Present Himself,
To Me--
A Queen,
As That Knight of a Man--
For Whom I had Long Been Searching.
The Reflections
Of
{Rose}
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Inspiration:
The Wall--Long Gone by Bill Temple. Thank You Bill!
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The Reflections Of Rose
PuisiWords. [Hand-Sewn] Of Seemingly Irrelevant--Phrases . . . Hung, Broken--Jumbled Letters--Of Thoughts, Day In . . . Day Out . . . The Reflections Of Rose. ECole789
