SELF-TALK:  BLOOD & ROSES


To become a Lover

you have to drink your own blood,

full of bitterness.


Love is not sweet, as they say.

Those who indulge in sweet

become diabetics.


Rejoice when the cup is bitter.

When friends turn into enemies.

When lovers stab each other

and fall dead on the floor.


Welcome each betrayal,

it will open your eyes to the unseen.


Magic does not come out of indulging the scent of roses

but out of dancing barefoot on rose thorns.

Then you can release your own scent

and dissolve in it.