Twists of Roses (poem). This poem was written when contemplating the similarities between roses, rose stems, rose thorns, and barbed wire.
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We pulled ourselves away
from the shrill tangle of lies and guns –
a small bench, a twist of roses –
the smell of sweet, green grass
and a fire burned down
into the rocks and sand
Your eyes, hot and wet,
singular coins, unblinking,
end-over-end
sinking into the depths of my waters
cool and clear like a first encounter
untinged by disappointment
ropes still coiled and fresh
smelling of jasmine and rain
under twists of roses
we pull ourselves further
away
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