Saturday, February 13, 2010

domino, biatch!

what do you want
white rose
your petals like a white stain?

i carried you back from the
other shore
and in darkness
taut as the center
of a gamba string
you unfurled,

petals white
against sweet black leaves.

what do you do,
white rose? against
what
do you
center?
petals like
a bridal dress,
a new moon,

stained white
like bone.

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