multi-rose bush

[greysniperpoet]

we grow on the bones of our fathers
we grow in the grace of the sun
we reach out sickled arms in every direction
we are unending

our fingers besotted with lovers
our perfume heavy and seductive
our faces are poetry
our seeds innumerable

we are unending
we cannot be stopped
we are everywhere, roses
everything is roses

Comments

[shyviolet15]

This is beautiful. I miss you.