Wesley Mincin - The Red Rose

Devious and seductive is the rose,
as it stands in a bush,
in a vase during dinner,
or its pedals sprinkled out among the sheets,
of a bed.
Its scent intoxicating
An offering of love,
or lustful desire.
Red like the lips of a woman
Red like the dress she may wear
Red like the fiery passion that spawns,
as love is made!
Or lust fulfilled!
A fiery passion that is yearned by all
All want the Red Rose!
Man and woman!
They ache to run their fingers along its stem.
But!
Along it's stem!
Thorns!
Black thorns!
Thorns of what love is!
The burden that it carries!
The other edge of the sword!
Sharp thorns of the pain that is heaved along!
And with carelessness, does the handler prick his fingers,
only to bleed...bleed red blood...
like the Red Rose.

Wesley Mincin

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