She used to eat roses

She used to eat roses

For the feel of love

To imbibe in her body

The rich sensual stuff

To embalm by her tongue

The death roll of arms

The dying of the light

In the passionate night’s charms

She used to eat roses I’m told

Those figures in poses

All wrapped up in gold

Glowing in the prescience of a dream

But her roses were not what they seemed

Now that she’s grown and tasted love

And lost love in the passing wind

She grows roses in her garden

Tends them with her green fingers

Bruised down to the bone

The constant feeling of earth and weed

We must remove what we don’t need

After brutality the rose may grow

Unimpeded, only after the brutal blow

She used to eat roses I know

Now she sits in her garden,

Where row after row

She watches the breeze blow

through her roses