The Red Rose
amongst the trellis
woven in green
thorny vines
a splash of crimson
peeks through
is this delicate rose
a symbol of love?
incipient desire
begins to flourish
within the depths of lust
allured by touch
velvet skin blushes red
through gentle stokes
passion drops
beads of moisture
beneath soft folds
a quenched thirst
climaxes
through ecstasy
then blossoms full
yet love's thorns
can pierce the heart
bleed it dry
until it withers
and dies
or becomes
hard pressed
in mind's book
as it fades to black...
June 25, 2019
A Summer Flower- Poetry Contest
sponsored by Dear Heart
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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