Gilbert Ortega

Rookie - 65 Points (El Paso, Texas)

Gilded Thorns

I walk through gilded doors
Glide, ghostlike, on polished wooden floors
My eyes, even as those of the penitent procession,
Gleam with flame, bright as the fury of possession
The shimmering light tints all that it bathes
Rose colored with its wax-scented rays
The idols in their alcoves seem to move and dance
As light and shadow spark a dim romance

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