A Meaningless Collection

Revelations of a Budding Rose

With ease and elegance, your fingers

temper my steady heart

into an erratic drum of war

I'll never be able to tear my eyes from yours

Or taste the suppleness of your lips

without yearning for more

What frightens me most

is how gently you carry yourself

And your voice

My joints crumble with every step!

My throat too

But I stand here and speak well

despite the acids in my stomach

and my arid, cracked tongue

As I know you've suffered just as I have

for a love unrequited;

we only reveal ourselves beneath dim lights

with truths yet to be admitted.