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Her existence permeated past her vessel
Etching the thought with that persistent scent
Reminiscent of red roses, left lingering
Long after her departure, fitting,
Direct correlation with that boundless
Sense of desire, love, passion
She carried, evoked, by just being,
… Not forgetting those thorns,
Indeed
Mesmerized you could be
But clinging to her with a firm grip?
Was an open invitation
To bleed.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: shutter-bug664
O.D. 
The last three lines -Wow.
Beautifully disturbing. Yes, ‘beautifully’.
🙂
Thank you Ananya, very sweet of you to say 🙂
“Clinging to her was an open invitation to bleed.” – love your word choice here. Beautiful piece
Thanks Jo!