Poetry

Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers
Daffodil petals
Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis
rainbow colors

When explosions ring – harps pluck purity
elasticity
Calamitous comets
ingenuity

Why sadists lick blood off the tines of their forks – spooning
cuddlers caress longing in language

And when one sits without love – poetry

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