...

Roses


May I speak
of roses
as having lips

Feet, knees
thighs and
hips

A cup
from which
the Lover sips?

The petals
closed with
me inside

As the Blue
Lord faded
I died.

The first
Sweet Lady
knows

Man reaps
the seed
he sows

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Explication
by
Stephen Pain

Italian Translation
by
Vittorio Cutonie


Father

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