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the fallen rose
My Grandmother Rose died 2 days
before my 20th birthday, 12 years ago.
I had been meaning to call her.
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the
fall
of
rome.
the
loss
of
🌹
loss
of
🌹
IIxX - II
12 years ago,
2 days before
I turned 20.
2 days before
I turned 20.
the
father.
son.
holy.
spirit.
christ.
mary.
jesus.
baby.
joseph.
mother.
moon.
wife.
daughter.
family.love.
the new vision
2023
2023
SCENE:
It’s a black tie, dimly lit ballroom event.
The only color in the room is the red roses
on every table, corner and crevice of the room,
the warm glow of candlestick statues - shining
face to face with the masked party of guests,
and a set of pearls.
👀
👀
👀
👀
👀
👀
👀
.
He entered the room as dazzling as ever. Balanced harmony with a figure that looked like love - white, black, white, black, golden, red. Perfect folds and timing exact, walking in like an image of beauty, falling from the heavens and landing in your eyesight. A descendant of the land where there could only be one. Kingly glamour with an aura of divinity and eyes set to infinity. There could only ever be one of you. One exchange of looks and you’d be on your knees dripping for gold. The gemstone jewels of the heart, begging to be loved by a man of your stature. The moan for groans begins to pulsate inside your bones and into the bloodstreams. A deep red glow, flowing. Beautiful boy, orchestrating a symphony of sound with only a ribbon dancing in the wind. A yearning to have a view like you, seeing through my darkest depths. Limbs like temples, a religion housed within your skeleton’s flesh. Ghostly spirit, a hero’s soul. If pictures spoke a thousand words, he taught the language of love with a wink. The heart of a man on earth, only gods can touch. Secrets of the world, held beneath his righteous tongue. A poet who didn’t need words to tell his tale. The embodiment of everlasting love that spans three hundred years. A charmed gentleman who charms his only lover by the stem of a red rose. To be crowned in his glory would be to do anything at all and everything at once. Blossoming beauty of balance and rose, perfuming golden air of sight.
Oh,
To be loved by a woman.
Hey!
You made it.
You made it.
I did.
I didn’t wanna miss it.
I didn’t wanna miss it.
I’m glad you did.
I missed you.
I missed you.
[the space in between worlds]
I’m really glad your here.
Me too.
[the emptiness of silence]
Well, you better go
get ready
for your show.
Hey,
congrats.
You really did it.
You made it.
You got to that place.
The one
you were always
going
to.
I’m proud of you.
get ready
for your show.
Hey,
congrats.
You really did it.
You made it.
You got to that place.
The one
you were always
going
to.
I’m proud of you.
[the all knowing look of one]
[love that knows no words]
Thank you [love that knows no words]
for saying that.
It means a lot.
It really does.
A deep hug.
The kind that warms the heart in an instance.
An explosion of lava going back into the volcano.
The two flames that only go out at the same time.
When the souls who never could merge together
return to their boundaries.
Deep breath in.
The freedom to love reborn again.
Exhale.
[a parting of the ways]
👀 👀
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i
have
loved
you
forever
and
always.
Fatefully,
yours.
Faithfully,
me.
🕊️
Rule #1:
True love knows no bounds.
True love knows no bounds.
YOU ARE NOW EXITING THE TUNNEL OF LOVE.