Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Rose Golden Toast

The art of beauty,
beyond loves gaze,
blooms inside a rose colored spittoon.

Not to be confused with lust,
this hornets nest hides secret stashes of honey,
as the bee's work themselves to death.

Try all you might,
but desire won't repel the unwanted charms,
of the creamy peanut butter scraped across burnt toast. 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.