Where to-day would a dainty buyer
Imbibe your scented juice,
Pale ruin with a heart of fire;
Drain your succulence with her lips,
Grown sapless from much use…
Make minister of her desire
A chalice cup where no bee sips-
Where no wasp wanders in?
Close to her white flesh housed an hour,
One held you… her spent form
Drew on yours for its wasted dower-
What favour could she do you more?
Yet, of all who drink therein,
None know it is the warm
Odorous heart of a ravished flower
Tingles so in her mouth's red core…
A Worn Rose
Lola Ridge
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Poem topics: fire, flower, red, desire, white, juice, mouth, warm, drink, Valentine's Day, drain, heart, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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