Roses 🌹

In a field of roses, I pick them all

And with their petals I make my bed

Their flowery embrace as a siren call

Lull me to sleep lying in the warm red

 

And when the time comes for them to decay

I gather them up and return to the field

From thorny stems, the petals fall away

And gripping them like the petals I peel

 

If only to try to feel what they feel