Blood red rose

 

This rose, this poem is for Ali (I talk about him in army of ink diaries # 24).  It helped me transform the image I couldn’t get out of my head.   The Blood Red Rose . wraps around me . as the juice of life . in its strange beauty . oozes and flows . filling the texture . I could once feel . I float on a scent . as red drains to black . and beauty is forever held.        Spot the black dog somewhere in the picture?