Black Rose

I love you ... in wild whispers not in the wash of midday but where night is crimped in mystery where grasses tremble with things unseen and twilight bloats in apprehension you are dark blossom ... I breathe you ... the sweet of your petals thorns etching flesh with fiery phrase your tang dancing my tongue delicious, dusky voice tickling my ears with forbidden suggestion, and licentious wish you are passion's pyre ... I need you ... as night needs moonbeams to shred the shadows into shards of lustre and dapple the dark with desires you draw me to your wonder the soft, evocative places, melting ... delicate you are sacred bloom ... I love you ... far from bright day's splendor Let me be your earthy, ebon soil your tendrils' tender aliment, erotic let me course your depths and nourish you let me seed the bounty of your breast you ... midnight's flower ... my black rose.