Roses
there is a Spring goddess in the sky
she listens to Beethoven
too often
she holds the moon between her fingertips
sucks it dry like a jaw-breaker
her words are Holy
one day she got a paper-cut
and bled roses and rose petals
to planet earth.
These were the roses you gave me
on our first week together.
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