You are a blank rose doused in wine;
Too thrilling for my pen to hold,
You shed your petals in my mind.

I want to freeze your face in time
But flowers blister in the cold-
You are a blank rose doused in wine.

My morning sunshine makes it fine,
Repaints the waste in liquid gold-
You shed your petals in my mind.

I'm veering off the railway line
Grasp out for hanging vines to hold;
You are a blank rose doused in wine.

The thoughts dissolve in seafoam brine
As if my memory's been sold;
You shed your petals in my mind.

But I still hope to find a sign
A crumpled map into your soul;
You are a blank rose doused in wine,
You shed your petals in my mind.

Ared   liquid
bottle  near
a   beetle  shop
is  for selling
of    petrol  and  and d disel


A  red  liquid
glass  bottle
on  the mobile  cycle
of  traditional  cold  drinks
vendor,



is  for  colonised bottle  
  to  attract  customer.



A              red    liquid  
glass  bottle near
a  bar indicating
the  advertisement
of  new  frame  and
wine  brand

who  is  inspired
Japanese    wine  market.

The sweet wine
Passed
Your lips to mine
Breathe
You into me
The wild fire
Called
Our passion
Salted skin
Quickened pulse
Heavy breath
Curved flesh
With
Two
Heart
Beats