ROSES AT SUNSET

Divine
Red as blood
Perfumed youth
Hypnotizing....
A luring mistress
Does in the evening shadows of romantic flair
Speaks through the commune of bouquets
It's gardens
Dancing
Wailing through the winds
Adoration of silkened petals
The hands of enchantress touch
In every erotic nerve with veins raised up
Poisoned by the breath of sweet thickened nectar
Moon's glare gives them light
To be queens of the night
The army of thorns protect their fragility
Although their heart dauntless