Precious

Jennifer Paige©1995

Upon a palate of pale petals

Lies the heart of my lover

So warm and safe and red

And safe

Or so her thinks

His eyes are so deep and scared

Temple of the mind

A way to peer inside

See what I’m thinking

And wonder why

Sanctuary on tear-stained bud

Huddling close to their womb

Like the warrior man-child

Defeated

Humiliated by the mighty beast

Not so mighty after all

In time

Buds will open

Releasing their scent to him

Those sweet, fragrant petals

So slowly relaxing

Instantly becoming the past

What a vengeful bed of roses

Full of thorns

And fire

Burying themselves beneath his fragile flesh

Tearing his eyes

The warrior cries

And the flowers wilt away

Their job is finished

For tonight

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