Undress

poems about revealing yourself

Poem

 

Oh boy…
We have come to this
Weather a rose down to its thorns
You see something hidden in the lush
Notes of the petal’s scent
Sharp pain a secondhand prize
Awarded to grabbing love
By the throat
Tiny serrations
Belong, somehow
Never complain
You make the bloom
Cheaper that way

 

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free...just...free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that. Visit me here for now (new site coming soon): http://www.lordbison.blogspot.com

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