little pricks
 
nobody warned me
            about your thorns
those little pricks
        you use
            to get under my skin
            to draw just enough blood
to keep me on edge
to keep the color in your cheeks
        because you know
my greatest desires
        because you know
my deepest fears
        because you know
i am blinded by your beauty
 
copyright 2015  Jeff Reeve
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The photos are a summer's worth of roses that grew on the bush I planted in a pot at my front door. The poem is something that fell out of the sk Read More
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