Is it? #poem

We close ourselves inside

between our selves

we’re locking up

behind the mirrors

the most beautiful flowers in the world we lock

lest anyone should see our sensuous frailty,

the red of our velvet deep inside,

the fascinating sparkle of the black

into the core

cut through

by one thought only

so jealous, oh, from so much love.

Is it mine?

Is it yours?

2 comments on “Is it? #poem”

short-prose-fiction says:

March 10, 2019 at 6:17 PM

What a gorgeous poem, Daniela. I enjoyed every line.
“so jealous, oh, from so much love.
Is it mine?
Is it yours?”

Beauty and ambiguity. Love it!

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1. Daniela Marin says:
  
  March 11, 2019 at 9:47 AM
  
  Thank you, G! it’s just an old poem. 🙂
  
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