Rose Poem by Julian Takali

The withered cherry hanging limp
From the vine beneath my skin
Is so ever weary and old
Of the story time again told
But the crimson fruit listens still
Hopelessly hoping while downhill

To await his arrival a bouquet of
Wilted petals bleeding love
From the rose of her garden
But the sweet flora has departed
Leaving the cherry in a puddle
Of its own sweet juice

Turned rancid
Turned poisonous
Turned rotting
At a chance to listen again
The cherry would disregard his friends
Shun the berries to the dark
As he followed the scent of the floras heart