rose

heart out poem
wit soak prose
my still life painting
of a rose

released in here
past sensitivities
gertrude’s buttons,
mauled sylvia’s bees

what’s past now stalled
is yours to come
the well-wrapped present,
now undone

read and word,
forbid concluding
pen through love,
here drunken feuding

draw the velvets
leave your clutter
for we now go
down to mind’s gutter.

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