Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Black Rose Ice

Two weeks floating under black rose ice
Chillingly dark
Shivers upon my flesh.
Parted lips inhale
The seductive scent of solitude.
Voluptuous imaginations
In the silence of the room
Where plum colored witches fly
And petals coat the sleeping magic.
Swollen eyes from falling tears
To close them and forget
Would be a luxery.
Here to weeks under black rose ice
Dreaming impossibilities
For endless years.

- Carly Floyd
8/29/09

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