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Tulips and Roses (Free verse) by Mona Lisa
Your hands touch me like Havana rain
And you rise upon my quaking landscape
In an gown of lashes
Where Venus orbits Earth.
I am but mist which leaves morning ghosts,
Hairs by her kiss laden neck
And a shape in cotton slowly going cold.
She watches how I sleep
Coiled in a cotton womb
Where my body birthed a dream
For the first time in a year.
The dream was of a tulip
Bowing to the roses plight
It fragranced the lacerating wind
Which mocked the thorns
By impaling upon it
The beauty it protected.
The tulip wept for the rose
But more rosebuds opened at dawn
And tulips only blossom once
But bow in death for beautiful life.
So the rose sent a bee with some nectar
And the tulip tasted beauty
Before falling on to thorns.
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