Roses On My Bed Poem by Madrason .

I'll be the gardener of your fresh bed of flowers
always treating your trust with tender caresses
the honey drips on my tango toe moving slowly
swallowing all its pride and let it glide
into the deepest corners of most wanted need
make it speed unto that fountain in my lap
remind me again of the abyss I'd love to miss
make it feed the unattended corners in my mind
to grow that taste for life again, I'll strife again
to find.................................................desire......
and again, and again I'll touch those buds so tenderly
and again, and again this fire, and the
never ending urge for unity! M