walking with a little poetic licence

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Dog rose creeps
Spiralling tendrils twist around 
Her transluscent skin.

Years pass
She is still...
Unflinching

His precious thorns work
A magic in
Soft, sensuality kicks

Until

At once. In pain
She is pierced with poisoned tips



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