Friday, April 11, 2008

Tulip (for Cheer)


She is the black tulip.
A stake through my crimson
Impale, and yet I smile.
None can maim yet make whole,
But her touch. The velvet
Of petals that make her
Ease me, like a safe night.

Entwined in her vines I
Am the worm of childhood;
Her kisses encase me.

And I fly.

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