A vicious mistress
Blood red with sharpness of spine
How thirsty the rose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A vicious mistress
Blood red with sharpness of spine
How thirsty the rose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stoic attitude
Hides the depth of your feelings
Rose’s thorny bloom
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Beautiful, succulent and fragrant
Petals of hot pink
Hiding angers scorn
Not so unlike a woman wronged
Fighting back with female wiles
Resisting with all her might
Bondage of natures torture
Scarred and gnarled by fires storm
Starved and thirsted she lingers on
Reaching, reaching ever higher
Limbs reaching for heavens gate
‘Til chopped low to arid ground
Faking death only to rise from the ashes
Returning to her noble stance
Blooming in summer solstice
Bathed in perfumed flowers sweet
Leaves of green hide thorns to bleed
Arms reaching ever skyward
Praying for peace amongst hellish fury
Born to a life most undeserving
Troubled mistress Bougainvillea
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The rose,
Petals clutched tight,
Withholds the beauty of it’s flower.
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Quietly she waits,
While lovers challenge for affection,
In hopes of unlocking her secrets.
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She does not reveal these secrets easily,
Preferring games,
Teasing those hoping to have the key.
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While the courtship continues,
She revels in the chaos,
Hiding what lays behind her silken robes.
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She is not modest,
Nor shy in spite of appearance,
Instead she is a manipulator.
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Prickly and pretentious,
Gladly drawing first blood,
Before confessing her undying love.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~