She remains poised
With a baby’s breath
With diamonds in her eyes,
Pieced together
With worldly materials,
The edges of an unholy precipice,
Roses wrapped in a glass vase
Their skin butterfly-delicate
Their heads focused membrane-thin
Petals shrouded like pulp
Stained like the lines on paper;
Blood-red taut love knots
Only a glove
Would fit your hand
Perfectly now
Your drumming, beating,
Beautiful, pulsing heart;
I follow your thrilling progress
Your tension
Through life with pride
Her roses give off a red love light
She is free
Even in the dark
She is on my side
She is still a goddess to me
Natural, warm, giving,
Generous, gracious, all heart
It is my heart that melts,
That questions nothing,
That communicates nothing.
Things that once changed
Left and right, hung in the balance
Gives every centre a middle
Like animals stirring in the wild
Although trapped, dirty, stumbling,
They lick their young
You never strive
To communicate your undying,
Unconditional love to me
You never struggled to commit
To a private showing of it
Like seawater it rushes through me
Like when I was a child
Under the sun at the beach
Hands flushed, sticky and sweet.
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