Roses

A gift for a modern love.

Stained in perfect red.

Driven by restless thoughts.

Pursued in desperation.

Where the lover is hidden.

And the outcomes are bare.

In secrets we wander.

For when the nights are lonely, we exist.

In music we dance.

There is no silence.

Everything we do gives light.

We are all roses.

Pricked and painted.

Love upon love.

Hearts upon hearts.

A gift for a modern love.

A gift of rightful purpose.

So we can all be naked.

So we can never be afraid.