Roses Poem by Gregory Kasonde
Roses
I would lay my hands under your feet
I would consume from the petals upon
your hair
but I,
a mouth numbed would choke from
your rosy seeds
these hands are poor
blood stains down my wrist
paint me your reds
show me what lies under your skin
roses that paint my dreams you are
grow old, pray wither
tie my hands under your feet
I have nought but these dreams
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