Twisted Roses

Twisted Roses
A sheen of sweat
covering our bodies...
Hot and twisted

Roses, plump and purple
Droplets, like water
covering petals and leaves
from each other’s skins

Legs tangled together
Hands meshed
Mouths and lips locked
Tongues searching...

Eyes open
lovingly watching  each other’s pleasure

Just like barbed wire
twisted around a rose stem
We too, are twisted around each other

As connected as the barbs in the wire
are to the rose stem
That is how tightly we are connected.

If we separate – we will bleed
wither and die
As will the rose
from the pulling out of the wires barbs

We are twisted and entwined in each other
Just like our purple roses
together.... one colour
blending... forever

Just like the twisted roses