The Intensity of a Red, Red, Ruby, Red, Rose
Dreaming…
The naked intensity of a red, red rose has pierced me
The abject thorn-beauty
Has pierced me somewhere
inside…
And I might bleed to death
pierced
inside
Perhaps I’ll bleed to death
maybe not…
A contest entry
- Break The Spell by nOva-.
482 points, ended January 20, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Intense
A really beautiful presentation of words, pictures...even sounds and taste. A shame no one else got it. But what can you expect from alpo? Mahal...


