Rose

And so it goes
Another rose
Lying naked in a field of hearts

Stripped of time
So unkind
Hung by a severed clothes line

Delivered by
Delivery guy
In a bouquet of friends

Caught on fingers
Blood still lingers
Sacrificial gift of love

Until he sneaks
Beneath the sheets
Waiting for pale stems to spread apart

What sacrifice
That looks so nice
Pricks another lover

Hands on thorns
Feel like horns
The mammaries of another

Until his wife
Wields a knife
To ensure Rose is the last "other."

- PatInTheHat