Blood red rose

BLOG rose

 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.     

Footnote:  This rose, this poem is for Ali whom I attended to after having a motor bike accident outside my home. It helped me transform the image I couldn’t get out of my head.