The Bloody Heart

Rose Petals

In my hand lay a rose of pure scarlette red.

Each petal so delicate to the touch.

Each one holds a reason of why I fell in love with him.

One for the way he holds me tightly;

another for the way his lips brush my cheeks.

For the eyes sink my words

and his touch that melt all my sorrows.

Petals are falling to the ground silently;

too quick with the soft breeze.

The velvet feel of the petals are soft to the touch,

just like his fingers tracing my face.

He says my beauty over rides the rose in my hand

except my essence will never expire.

I'm his desire so deep and plush.

My thorns will never hurt him

for he is invincible to the hurtful points.

Although, he's vulnerable to my rosy lips

and the vine gripping my flawless body.

Each tender petal falls til one remains.

This petal is the very happiness behind it all.

I pick it off and smile slightly.

This petal is the love I feel for him;

no matter what, his lips will stay on mine forever.