Life OF THE ROSE

Is a Rose simply a Rose

Or something much more symbolic

Like the sensual tones of

Your voice as the vibration touches

My tender pallets in the back of

The throat to the tips of my toes

Concealing the obvious

Covering the blank spaces

For I know there gotta be more

Than the sharpness of its thorns

or it’s bitter sweetness

as it wraps and embraces me

Because without it there’s no more

starlight no more moon dusk to sprinkle on my thighs to make them

Rise ,spread open like magic

right before your eyes .breast that

ripen and expand to the baritones

Of your voice moans that taste

like candy coated lemon drops

On the tip of the tongue

So don’t crave for the rose if

You can’t handle the thorns

There may be prick or poke tugs at

The skin because there will be

Some blood lost and scarring

When playing with sharpen thorns

5/31/19. MYA