Performance poetry
AURAL PLEASURE - The Poetry of Brenda Clews
Lyrics
In the dream, her hands
felt like flowers.
She couldn't explain it.
In her palms, flowers,
like roses, only immeasurably
enfolded, multi-petaled,
deep dusk rose-pink,
soft and fragile
and intricate
and very, very
sensitive.
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