petal pollution

picking petals of the rose

you sent me yesterday

they let off a sweet aroma 

of lust and infatuation

I put the petals in my yard

hoping they would grow again

today i tend and care for

something that wouldnt even sprout

still, constantly captivated by it's potential

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burning the roots of the rose

you sent me days ago

they let off a dense smoke 

of righteousness and resolution

I laid the ashes on the sidewalk

in a pretty pattern that looks like your initials

tomorrow it will rain 

and the ashes will seep into the soil

killing any rose waiting to grow in my garden

Reviews

[Chris]

a strong emotional reading here...the ties that bind don't fade away nearly so easily...