Sunday, 6 August 2017

Blanche


How would Blanche love me?
I smile politely
She seems not to care
I blow her kisses
She then turns her face
I know what to do
I'll pick this black rose
And give it to her
Her eyes wide open
She now smiles at me
and kisses my cheek

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10 comments:

  1. ✿6 August 2017 at 16:02

    Yes. Exactly. Now you know what she likes. ;)

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  2. kaykuala6 August 2017 at 19:24

    Weakness for aromatic colors is telling. It is not just symbolic in truth but it goes directly to a girl's heart!


    Hank

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  3. Magaly Guerrero6 August 2017 at 21:20

    Love the playful tone, and the dark rose. :-)

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade7 August 2017 at 01:19

    Lovely, and written so smoothly, with such apparent ease. I love the anti-climactic kiss on the cheek.

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  5. Sanaa Rizvi7 August 2017 at 01:19

    This is absolutely exquisite, Robin!💖

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  6. Gillena Cox7 August 2017 at 05:22

    The rose mystique, never fails

    much love...

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    much love...

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  8. Alice Audrey7 August 2017 at 20:21

    It's not the flower. It's the understanding.

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  9. Kerry O'Connor8 August 2017 at 06:34

    I very much like the play on black and blanche.

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  10. hedgewitch8 August 2017 at 07:42

    We always appreciate our opposites the most--very clever of the narrator.

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