A Rose Grows Next Door

A ROSE GROWS NEXT DOOR Why did you ask why we did that? Who knows? Who knows why a rebel held a rose A rose who rose to the occasion And lent the rebel lessons on how to hold a flower Properly and not property as such Tender to the touch Lest the remnants of lavender be shed from lips of moisture born That rebel realized upon this rose she bore no thicket nor thorn Two souls so close Yet with minds set so far apart Yet heart met panting heart on nights of youthful yearning The younger rebel bent on learning That rose dripping virgin dew And suddenly the garden seemed brand new That rose laid the rebel’s head gently on a cloud as angels declared it her bed While a rebel was held captive by every petal of pesplendent red And that which the rose had said She said “I am a rose for a rebel to behold, I, a bit older, yet here to stoke two smoldering desires A rose who grows and a rebel who starts fires” ……………………………….Why? Why did you ask why we did that? Who really knows? Do you my rebel’s rose? © 2011.….~free cee!~ Phreepoetree