Dali’s Rose
Inspired by Dali’s Rose Meditative
The rose hangs in the air, in the balance of probability, bleeding beauty gently into its surroundings. Whomever loved that loved not at first sight?
Stemless, its petals fold back. I want to climb into its womb and dissolve in its softness, forget the world, hovering in the sky with no visible means of support.
There is a drop on the petal’s lip and my cheeks are wet.
// Laala Kashef Alghata, from Cupid's Rage














