5/25/13

I Worship At Her Rose
By Manuel Berboli


I worship at her rose, drink deeply of her nectar. The altar of her flesh is a welcome sight, draws me in, reminds me what life is supposed to look like, smell like, taste like.

Take these moments and live them well, for so much of the future could yield so little. The hells of your now could be the sweetest paradises compared to the rough roads that come.

Enjoy, live, breathe.

I worship at her rose, and I drink deeply because I know that her nectar will never be sweeter than it is now.


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I love her, completely and fully.