Photograph of me by lovely Preanca Daga. :)
Red.
hundreds of broken red flowers on the floor. Red bangles on the goddess' wrists Incense. Smoke.
Red like Fire. Red like love. Like Anger. Like hate. Like sex.
Red like earth.
Red like apple.
like temptation. like roses. like desire. like destruction. like sun. Red like lust. Like Cherries.
Like Wine. Like touch.
there was red sindoor on the floor, on our foreheads, on our fingers.
12 comments:
thats lovely. didjoo write that?
Red like Gold. You wanted to learn french, french eyes see golfishes red: poissons rouges. Coincidence of the deep red sEe.
Redlicious headfree godess waiting for love. Love is all around but aspirants make her smile.
They give her flowers when sea weed is what she wants. Pretty things aren't pretty, they just don't understand. The saltyness of tears is only true to the sea.
They wrap their hearts in poems. She makes them blush. Their poems are sugar crystals. Salt. She'll wait, bagles crossed on her lonely chest. It will come. He too will come. The butterfly will flap its wings again, the treasure hunt will make sense of it all.
Sugar on a feet, she waits. impassible
redlikegoldisgoodisay!!lovely photograph.the best ive seen of yours so far :)
Beautiful, greatly :)
Like the sinful fruit she ate.
consequently this 'world'.
Like the lines of the colour on her,
when she she first came in this world.
Like the dress of her favourite doll,
who could never be a part of her world.
Like the first signs of her being her,
welcome to this unkind world.
Like the lipstick she dare wear,
its not right to be that way in her world.
Like the feeling she never felt ever before,
nobody has not felt that in this world.
Like the feeling she felt
that nobody wants to feel in this world.
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