In deep dark cool shadows
against a wall under cover
surrounded by bright blinding desert sun
mature vines and stalks creeping
as if to a secret meeting
and found in the center of it all
a just opened
magnificent
rose
carmine in color
a deep rusted red
and this rose is fed
on bone marrow and spring water
on the wall it's carved out a special quarter

then through the courtyard path
a beautiful women walks past
and the rose whispers to her
inhale me
smell me
sample my perfect treasures
the beauty starts
do roses talk

she moves her face to the perfect rose
the beginnings of a sweet delicate aroma
assault her sense
a beautiful intense perfume
a unique haunting scent of wonder
she reaches out with her delicate ivory white hand
to touch the stem
just an inch
under the bloom
ouch

she is pierced
a thorn spears skin
blood spills a drop two three
white and green stained by crimson

then the rose says
now you see
inhale me
smell me
sample my perfect treasures
all I ask for is

blood