I am a small rose
In a clearing with you.
Wrap me in tendrils.
Celebrate the suns' flame
And see my light with moon
Glow in the night with us afar
As we make love under stars,
In the soil is our one keepsake,
Roots that plait the fertile earth,
By winds, we make our journey,
Each leaf is a palm of touches,
Each bud a knuckle of fealty
And all the thorns our glory.
Lie with me in the deep tangles
Of airs and moon and rains,
See the red, fire in my hair,
And the blush of my face
As the petals they are,
See the red, red rose
Of my fearless love.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
I am a small rose
In a clearing with you.
Wrap me in tendrils.
Celebrate the suns' flame
And see my light with moon
Glow in the night with us afar
As we make love under stars,
In the soil is our one keepsake,
Roots that plait the fertile earth,
By winds, we make our journey,
Each leaf is a palm of touches,
Each bud a knuckle of fealty
And all the thorns our glory.
Lie with me in the deep tangles
Of airs and moon and rains,
See the red, fire in my hair,
And the blush of my face
As the petals they are,
See the red, red rose
Of my fearless love.
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