Sunday, October 6, 2013

Taste not, sweet bitters*



Taste not, sweet bitters*

Swallowing ignorance like a tasted fruit
Bitter and repulsive but to add to a masochistic delight
Oh how rotten for thee that my eyes have looked in disdain
Take this away oh horror that I stand in
Come sweet the days of eternal spring
Come, oh come sweet rose of mine*

Dom*Colucci © 2013

1 comment:

I finally got the point!*

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