September 1, 2005

sweet reality of breath
feeds my need to give
gentle outpouring of love
no one knows to receive

out of touch with the roses
vibrations match the thorns
thoughts sink into the mud
ashes rise from the smoke of desire

fantasy caresses the seeds
struggling in the muck
loving water gives life
wave of light drawing near

attraction of the cycles
fulfilling of the force
violent birth of creation
gentle death around the bend

as i cry beneath the depths
i think of days once new
and thank god for my thorns
dark beauty of a glance from you

Type: Poetry

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