Friday, November 7, 2008
untitled (the roses)
between here and the beach there is a rosebush. a desert rose. or a beach rose. a sand-and-salt rose. its blooms the colour of surprised love, glowing at me in the twilight through the lace of their branches. i plucked some. (flower-thief. purloiner of petals.) they are in a vodka bottle in my room. inkyblue glass and five surprised lovers.
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