Challenge
Fresh Blood
poetry/prose
*Not from Concentrate?
Pour your
heart out . . .
on this tableau:
blood of a love
permeating
our bondage
...the stains a
permanent
reminder...
of the Soul
once residing;
...the ink blot
forget me knot
caught within
the centerfold
of your hair...
a manuscript
tangled there
with countless
vinyl sleeves
and notes
wrung from
each ventricle...
....now laid bare
and settled on
its shelf as that
proverbial vessel
Still, yet animate;
writ, and waiting
for the share...
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