I wish it was possible
   to measure
the intangible
   feelings of truth
   words of raw lived
emotion
    as you sat
holding
     that which was
at once
     body
             mind
                     soul.
Listening
     to a
           heartbeat, I dared
letting go for
           the risk
of
all
    I believed would,
hold all my gold.
To never forget,
     remembering the
                  f
                    a
                  ­    l
                       l
of love,
    gently caressing
soft faces
       as diamond eyes
shone,
      sinking
        anchored souls held
                 captive,
to Cupid's bow,
                  spearing on
deadly kisses, fists
        torturing winged broken
           sparrow, delicate,
as the petals,
        butterflies so lightly
touch,
        resisting & enduring elements.
& I go back to,
        why my human
                   capacity for
        suffering is so
meager?
when
        rose petals
                   deadly thorns,
I too posses.
       & I wonder
how even a beheaded
rose,
       the essence of
it's whole being
stripped,
       does survive,
                 ripped, parted,
       separated.
Because, my flesh,
thorns & shell
remains; my heart,
        soul,
as delicate as roses
        red petals,
is trusted to live
on
also.
& when you too,
took the best of me,
the beauty of all,
         I am; for now
I am as
dead, void & empty,
         as the once
flowering plant.
Except you'll always
posses, the delicate
          in me, never
                  allowing re-blossom
for I am
          now gone.
This rose plant,
survived the harsh
         weathering, but
we all finally
          wilt; therefore dying.

© Sia Jane