Briar Rose
with thorn of a rose
she pricked a finger tip
held it there softly
to my open lips
as she pierced mine
mixed the flow
tip to tip
and each took
a little sip
such a heady mix
sweet as wine
my love’s blood
mingled with mine
from a finger
cut and torn
with briar rose’s
sharp sharp thorn
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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