Monday, November 16, 2015

Richard Schnap - Tattoo

She was 18 when she had
It woven in her skin
A brilliant scarlet rose
Emerging from her heart
That opened when she fell
Beneath the spell of love
As if it had become
A creature of its own
For when the kisses fled
To feast on fresher flowers
She first began to feel
The thorns upon its stem
And as her days grew dark
The petals seemed to fade
As the spikes began to coil
Like serpents in the night
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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