"the night within the red jewel"

his stare covers her
smothers,
pins its essence to her light.
to dance for his pleasure
the dance of the black rose.
the orbs of the moon
cross her face
as she walks into shadow.
thorns bind themselves
to red, bruised flesh.
inhale the scent of falling petals
and know `tis the night
within the red jewel.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
7may09
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