Together on this bed
afterwards, it seems safe
to ask what flowers
you want on your grave

Pale pink roses, you say
while my hand climbs
your thigh to rest
in dark fragrant warmth

SHISA POET, Norway: I have written poetry for 2 years, posting in various Forums on the Web (Nevadachat.com, Blueline, Critical Poet, Gazebo). I have had 2 poems accepted by the e-zine Stirring, one by Carnelian and 2 by Small Spiral Notebook.

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