The Rose – Part II

But when I saw the rose,

 

It’s scent came into all of me

 

It raised my head and curled my toes

 

Like sex.

 

I was lifted off the ground

 

And closed my eyes,

 

Flooded with its crimson odour.

 

And when I looked again

 

I saw the thorn

 

Embedded in my thumb

 

Red with bleeding

 

And rife with thick perfume.

 

As long as that sweet smell remains

 

There is no pain,

 

Just the sensation of piercing

 

And Ah! Surrender!

 

Come let me breathe you in again.

~ by reeven on June 12, 2008.