Poem 02

The Truth is in Wine! She is her wrist. Acta santorum…She prayed to believe.Take a mandrake root,crush into powder.The cocaine in her mind,lingers still.Measure the belladonna,Add to the mix.Carmine in colour,the bits of pomegranate. White petaled rose,snow in nature.A single featherColoured with rust,with a dash of Valerian- © since 2011/2012 note. This was written for …