When I first read the opening lines of ‘Love After Love’, I knew your poem would fit me like a glove; I felt I might have met you in a previous life so deeply cut your poetic knife. You taught me to look into a mirror with elation. The future is clearer as I feast […]
Day: March 24, 2018
Geraniums
How did the flaming falsehoods start? You brought a pot of carmine petals as a ticket to her heart. You swooped with cardinal flowers to validate your fiction, but the firm line of her crimson lips confirmed her comprehension. Geraniums aren’t perjurious, they cannot hide their shame; only roses know the secret of the fabrication […]
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