All Discussions Tagged 'dance' - Sydney Poetry2024-03-29T09:49:46Zhttp://www.sydneypoetry.com/forum/topic/listForTag?tag=dance&feed=yes&xn_auth=noTHE BLOOD ROSEtag:www.sydneypoetry.com,2012-02-08:5231298:Topic:338832012-02-08T04:48:21.818ZLou Steerhttp://www.sydneypoetry.com/profile/LouSteer
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<p><span class="font-size-5">He called me the blood rose,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">as I danced in the Eastern style with a Persian singer,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">in the back of the anarchist bookshop,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">to the sweet steel strains of the dobro,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">played by another man,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">who asked me to go outside with him,…</span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-5">He called me the blood rose,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">as I danced in the Eastern style with a Persian singer,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">in the back of the anarchist bookshop,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">to the sweet steel strains of the dobro,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">played by another man,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">who asked me to go outside with him,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">after telling me about the voices in his head.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5"> </span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">I kept dancing and he called me the blood rose.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">Everything else he said was in Spanish - </span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5"><i>No comprendo amigo, feliz compleanos</i> -</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">He had the mouth of a poet and the eyes of a madman,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">and he called me the blood rose.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">How could I not fall in love</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">even for just five minutes?</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5"> </span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">The petals of my skin are soft like the rose,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">but you must break its thorns to touch me.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">The petals of the rose are the colour of blood,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">like my lips, like your fingertips,</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">torn and pricked, as you push</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">all the way to my heart.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5"> </span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">I am the blood rose.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-5">Pluck me.</span></p>