A 'Rose' Smells Poem by James McLain

Some times when i
have a 'Rose'
a scented rose.
It smells different
each day
i know it will
being that as it may
and recently
only
as i lay down with it
in my hands
do i try to open it.
i blow through the thin ness
of the air between
them
it is an easy separation
as it is alive.
and delicate i move each petal
apart
as it is cold
though i try to warm it
faster with breath
until
and all around the out side
each petal
is so dark red
and when i reach the center
smelling it
i always wondered
if
it would taste as it smelled
but
my wings are gone
and with but a thorn
so i do.