delicate lips of pink
open under your fingers
full and blushing, waiting to be kissed.
but everyone knows that roses carry daggers--
don't get too close.
everyone knows roses love you most
when you bleed
their velvet lips close around you
while they slowly slit your wrists.
sweet fruit is hidden in their hips
their heavy fragrance will intoxicate
but, take heed and stay back
their stems are sharp, cut from the earth
they are too quick to draw blood
too easy to forgive
