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Ignite the flame,
scorching
Through my thoughts, slick with sweat,
cascading
Down from generous pores into white-hot
pain
That is exquisite because we’re both so
vulnerable
To the affects of this sensation, breathing
interrupted
By meaningless secrets, shared by unexpected
contact
Of the mental nature, we’re so beyond the
physical.

Turn up the music
pulsing
Through our arteries, hearts exploding with the
dance
That is wanton, needing something to insulate the
energy
That craves only you, knowing the
tingling
At my fingertips is just a reminder, it’s not
over
The night has only began, splash it with my
colors

Break away from the crowd,
grinding.
With the moon; this is taking a turn for the
better
When torn jeans are replaced with something more
flexible,
And revealing, but you’ll never see inside my soul where
truths
Are hidden, until I’ve got your heart in my hands and your
promise.

If I begin to wilt,
Burn the lilies,
Leave the ashes on my bed…

Bleed the roses –
And go paint the town red.
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Bleed the Roses

Contributed by keilantra on Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 02:27:04 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Ignite the flame,
scorching
Through my thoughts, slick with sweat,
cascading
Down from generous pores into white-hot
pain
That is exquisite because we’re both so
vulnerable
To the affects of this sensation, breathing
interrupted
By meaningless secrets, shared by unexpected
contact
Of the mental nature, we’re so beyond the
physical.

Turn up the music
pulsing
Through our arteries, hearts exploding with the
dance
That is wanton, needing something to insulate the
energy
That craves only you, knowing the
tingling
At my fingertips is just a reminder, it’s not
over
The night has only began, splash it with my
colors

Break away from the crowd,
grinding.
With the moon; this is taking a turn for the
better
When torn jeans are replaced with something more
flexible,
And revealing, but you’ll never see inside my soul where
truths
Are hidden, until I’ve got your heart in my hands and your
promise.

If I begin to wilt,
Burn the lilies,
Leave the ashes on my bed…

Bleed the roses –
And go paint the town red.

Copyright Â© keilantra ... [ 2006-07-16 14:27:04]
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Re: Bleed the Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 06:32:01 PM AEST
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I love the ending of this. Those last 5 lines are just awesome, and in my opinion they make the poem.

I love how this kept me guessing all the way through, and is still keeping me guessing now.

Great write,
*hugs*
Phil xxx

Re: Bleed the Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 08:44:38 PM AEST
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kei, that was awesome...i found myself reading faster with each line...i was captivated! i love it!

wiz

Re: Bleed the Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by slayer_015 on Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 11:35:44 PM AEST
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You are one of the more talented writers I have read on this site so far.Your words are like liquid metal,hot yet sensous,dripping at will on your readers,then cooling only to become a part of them forever.You are the poet of emotion.An artist of feeling.I love your work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brian

Re: Bleed the Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by Sasha on Monday, 17th July 2006 @ 12:36:45 AM AEST
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Enchanting work! I loved this one!

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