BED of ROSES

Driven by the white

hot fervor of desire

we crawl through the

dry rocky surface of

delusional disconnection

to reconnect on

raw silk sheets of

starlit passion

as insanity pulses

within the confines

of our fragile minds

and the love that we seek

runs through our fingers

like sands of time

through the sieve of life

the soft and fragrant beauty

of the bed of roses

we have made gives way

to the painful piercing

of finely honed thorns

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2008

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