A flower of imperfection, I am,
waning with the passing seasons.
Springtime flowers budding
to summertime flowering.
this fall time senescence
to wintertime death.
Black flower of psychosis,
withering in bloom and beauty withering.
The season of fresh hallucinations
is indeed upon me!
The voiceless tranquility of our flame,
our souls searing with passion still,
yearning an isolation as silent as our emotions.
This flameless romance, this desert -
Windswept of all fertility,
populous with negativity.
a fondness for solitude now,
I withdraw from her as I say,
”Where I’m...
I have fallen in love with her,and I cannot stop my feelings. A rose blooms in our bed,blooming from a rainy summer. A white petal had fallen onto the bedcover,I picked it up, smelled it,and rubbed it on her lips.She still...
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian