Withered Rose

Initial my blood into your need,

     carving my name on your skin.

     The eclipse of blood moon flows through

     vein’s uninterrupted river of thoughts -

     permanent reflection in crimson streams

     braids my liquids into your center.

Blood seeps from fragile mind,

     devouring and souring the soul,

     hair dripping like red candle wax,

     a drizzle of sanguine withered rose

     draining claret blood of nakedness.

     Mahogany rain blossoms on sheets

     as I breathe within my last breeze

     salt of the seas bitter with regret.