Rose

Rose, Just sit there.. Let me tame you in the heat of the fame,
thorns like eagles claws, strong and unforgiving.

Your crimson hierarchy, rising in beauty at every stage.

Cocaine stains on your petals from the rush of love.

Is that why people sniff you?.. or riff you in sonnets
and stick to their bonnets the beauty that holds a backlog
of women inside.

Tell me a ghost story from the past, one that lasts.

She loves me, she loves me not?.. Until you're laid out
on the floor. She loves me, she loves me not?.. Until your
single petals float down the sour spitting creek of love..

to drown in the golden lip synced tears
that once fell off your back.