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,
Mesmerized you could be
But clinging to her with a firm grip?
Was an open invitation
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: shutter-bug664
5 Replies to “Untold Chronicles (Part 11)”
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