A darksome love,
Vulnerable and undressed
By midnight’s poetry.
She loves his demons and desires.
She loves his floral bitterness.
For his scars are like roses
Buried amongst the rubble
Of a dirt road.
Beautiful.
If only he could see her.
Hear her.
Feel her blooming thoughts.
Love could blossom
In the dark.
It could be so simple,
After all.
©️KVP
Art: Bill Elis Art
Website: https://www.billelis.com/gallery
Song: “Tangled Dreams,” Wisp
Prompt:
“Blooming Thoughts”
“Floral Bitterness”#daydreamingpoetryprompts @daydreamingpoems






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