I was once Your rose, Lap of bloom, As we laid In the meadows, Water beading On petals, Your breaths Opening My flower.
And rains Linked down From heaven Into the cup Of my love, Held on a stem, You grew Into the sky And I fell, Frail, deeper Than you, Yet higher we Climbed, With thorns Under bud.
We came to Shudder in light, To see dawning Destroyed, move, Into mold days, We past, grew, Such flung scent, Fragile beauties, By burnish blush Of faded bloom.