Milk of Roses

“Milk of Roses” Milk of Roses was her scent and great bouquets of baby's breath moving messages that blew across hearts underneath the bones and skin of breast baby's breath that bristled like clouds moved by hidden white doves who cut the air like a butter knife for other imaginings crossing scarlet tears in skies and whispering trances through doors of wanton scattered minds, "do enter", she chides, "what jewel lies open in cavernous chest?" when she left the room traces of her remained hints of a haunting The Tea service was distraught table tipping had commenced Candide Diderot. ‘25 “the skin she wears may be made of calm, but her bones are made of chaos” tears. verb. /pull (something) apart or to pieces with force /move very quickly in a reckless or excited manner /make a hole or split in (something) by pulling it or piercing it with a sharp implement /a brief spell of erratic or unrestrained behaviour; a binge or spree /a spell of great success or excellence in performance. tears.noun /a drop of clear salty liquid secreted from glands in a person's eye when they cry (or the eye is irritated). "Skin of the Night" Like a moth she moves to the red light Her blood warms and boils there She skims the sweat like a new milk And pops the buttons off her wet blouse Oh Queen of the Night Well she is deep inside She is haunting me (All of her soft parts call to me She could be mine) She digs her nails into her naked chest Miles of veins fan out like a road map She pulls back the skin to show her ribs That twinkle like shooting stars M83 (music, and lyrics)