Alan's Poetry
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
A Flor Del Piel
she held my heart within cupped hands,
caressing its leathered, crimson skin.
with fingers soft & swift
she peeled it layer by layer
littering the ground with rose petals.
she loved me,
no
she loved me not.
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