Army of Roses and Irises

Santana Kamal

like samurai clans, we stand here across each other
with our army of roses and irises
cut all these ties now, let the thorns get between us
it’s no different, the pain of being stung
duets and spars, and our midair dances in a ballroom
red and black and golden
uproot the smoke of voracious lungs
spill all that you hold in your glass, as shall I
like waterfalls against days and nights
we cannot remain as we are now, so we place
our bleeding thumbs against each other’s
our fists to our heart, ardent and emboldened
awaiting to win this perilous war first

two swords crossed

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