She wasn’t just any rose,
She was the whole damn garden
Yet, you couldn’t see past her thorns.Patient, she waited for you to notice
Her love- abundant.
In sunshine, she bloomed
In rain, she folded herselfHer scent drove you mad
Crushed, she oozed hot-sweet pleasure
Green tea and lemons,
A spoonful of honey.Her touch, intoxicating
Soft as velvet, artful
You swore you’d found heaven
Every beat of your heart pulsed for herAnd now you sit, your mind like a moth flickering round a flame
Trying to re-capture the scent of your rose, the feel, her look
Yet, you were the one who cut her downShe’s gone
Only to blossom in memory.
~damask
