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Silk Rose (A Ride With Erica)

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Northbound on 14th, conversation starts with the dream that scared her awake this morning and never does she suspect that the moment soon will be a poem. Conversation with Erica is a fast car ride through the twists and turns and switchbacks of a turbulent life. A silk rose lies on the dashboard. It is a gift for me; a sweet contralto voice dropping her secrets into my arms is a gift to me. Her eyes, luminescent like two black moons, watch me closely, seeing beauty in my soul and dark secrets in my heart. Southbound on 14th, conversation fades into the knowing silence found in friendships that have blosssomed into life. A silk rose lies between us as a signal from her to me that the fast car ride we've just begun will take us on a journey through a fascinating life. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 08:57 AM PST   0 • 10

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