Rose Thorn
You said:
“It's all deeper water.
even the prevalent shallows.”
Your words landed soft upon my skin
and slit their way into my heart,
even my clenched fist let go
and for a moment I dreamt
I was floating upon the intangible.
I have had so many lives
always living on the edge
between chance
and a meticulous scenario.
But mostly I find myself
within the cavern of this sensual life,
asking myself.
what am I without this?
You are living in my head right now,
and the bird nestled
right outside my window
sings a song I cannot decode.
You told me a secret
and I have planted it deep
into my garden
between the roses and the thorns.
Art and Poetry © Gesso Cocteau
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