Black roses

Her fingers spread

Black roses hang

in melancholic grip

And of her touch

of no remorse

pale fingers stitch

The frozen white of lace

◄ succubus

Gaze of time ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Wed 12th Dec 2018 15:04

Hi, Ghazala, Damon,Big Sal,Anya,Taylor and Suko. Thanks for the likes and taking time to read my poem.




All the best des

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