poetry, Syllable Tapestries

Yellow Rose 2

I want to tell you,
what the ocean knows.
Love is endless;
a hard untied knot.

Silent tapestries
depict the history of our love.

The finite:
the pocket of your vest,
the rose,
your mouth
hardens
as the edges of your eyebrows lift.

-I did not make you feel that way.

Oh, but you did. you were the catalyst

The yellow rose:
a contradiction
carefully understood
though further perceived
becomes ambiguously forward,
vibrating,
forming wakes which dance along the shore line.

Why must love
take on such ridiculous tones?

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