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Sonnet to My bleeding Lip
By Circe Avalon
The taste in mouth is sweet, liquid pleasure
mature and full bodied aromatic
a spring from a fount of life
Of salt and dreams
crimson nectar
beautiful like a bleeding lip
blood that caresses swelling pink lips
trickling down my alabaster chin
a graceful waltz of chaos
like a parade of tears
savory and delicate
proclaims innocence and guilt
torture to beauties ideal
makes it beauty all the more
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© 2008 Circe Avalon
Published on Wednesday, October 1, 2008.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Sonnet to My bleeding Lip"
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On Thursday, October 2, 2008, blue
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wrote:
..beautiful like blood on tangled silk, or an angry sky.. more heart-voice from you.. as always. ~b
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A former member wrote:
a graceful waltz of chaos, my favorite line beautiful poem i enjoyed it, keep it up!
~Sarah
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On Thursday, October 2, 2008, Circe Avalon
(115) wrote:
thanks for the praise!! I appreciate it greatly!
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On Wednesday, October 1, 2008, Leith Plunkett
(237) wrote:
second that. what a beautiful oxymoron. very visual. i think i need a drink :-)
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On Wednesday, October 1, 2008, Aleas
(169) wrote:
Ah, punch drunk love. Never tasted so sweet, though it definitely burns on the way out.
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