Rose

Rose

Pale pink approximates red
Dawn's virginal canvas overspreads
As my carnation blushes blossom
Gathered petals soft succulent
Fashioning a filigreed
Festival of fragrance
Cornucopias of light.

My syrupy sensuality awakens
Tangles intermeshed
into the plucked rose
Thrust into my hair
in precocious haste
Matching shimmery simper of
Sequins sweet upon my dress.

I haven't faded besides it
I still have the advantage

The flower hesitates...
For in the moment
Of full blossom
Its essence mingles
And spreads
And glow wanes to jaded decadence
As my cheeks grow pellucid
With dewy wine...
Rosy adulation of adoration
Intoxicates the bearer...

The best flowers die this way
Glorifying a wearer.

Rose of adoration
Rose of adornment
Thy proud mistress
Is worn
Too well into usage.
We all lie, sisters in
Sad gutters,
Shorn of our petals
Wilted
flowers of fortune
For a fleeting
fabulous day.

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