Intangerines

INTANGerines The colors of the violet Are as deep in hue As the love and forgiveness That I’m offering you The thorns of the rose As sharp as my tongue The blood from the wounds Our bleeding hearts wrung (and all of it was wrong) The scent of euphoria Like water in hell I am here, on fire Can’t you tell? All the softest petals Stem from the strongest roots Make sure to prune the waste out Or the tree of intangerines Bears the bitterest of fruit What would you plant In soil rich as this Would It die with a goodbye Or blossom with a kiss? By graces of the brightest star Or seas infinite and black Stay with me, here and now Or run, and never look back