This image is subjected to © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013
Behind a Rose, pressure….
faltering disposition for giving up.
A drop of blood, oscillating on the brim.
I was too uncareful…disdaining pain.
Touching the thorns with sensual calling.
The miracle, not milk enough for my thirst.
Cracked lips for too much smiling,
to that star wishing to escape from the rose.
i thought I was…if I was…unmerciful.
when your face was vanishing from my eyes.
Hardened mask of femininity unwanted.
Wish I would name your armour for a new battle…
wish I could honor your virtues of a warrior.
wish I would dart your heart with moans,
melting away that icy disposition,
a pursuit of a maze of insanities,
running after eventual dismays,
proving the word that was untold,
and the skin that had not had…
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013
This image has been done with the blending of my own stock photos, and blended and worked with Photoshop tools.