Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Rhapsody on a Summer Night

Cracks. Open, like red orchid mouths: old wounds bloom
in the boiling pool of night.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

when the night is boiling, it is time to blossom, it is time to live, it is time to love

Marta Masters said...

blossom is one of my favorite words in the english language .. it actually rustles when you say it loud !

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