ROSE

Bleached red as twelve roses

Water the thorns as they bloom

Leach my memory with closeness

I’m tired of feeling fucking blue

Pluck a petal for our time spent

In your eyes I found the moon

Breathing revival as plants pray again

Longing to spiral heavens sweet roots

Burnt out bulbs learn to love again

Lay my hearing on carpet threads

Picking at stars as I assend

Twelve red roses to find a friend.