It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It

Rose

I am a dark perfumed head 
of scarlet pouring out 
a rose 

it blooms once more 
budding done, its 
shadow lie at the sun’s
feet

fire and honey, 
a moon falls and rises, 
in summer eyes 

I am a rose 
a crown rests 
in my flower-wound
hair

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