There,
Where your velvet hands tried to cut a deep red rose
there, the soil cured its thirst with a drop of your blood.
There, where your blood once quenched the thirst of the earth
...
The Rose...
There,
Where your velvet hands tried to cut a deep red rose
there, the soil cured its thirst with a drop of your blood.
There, where your blood once quenched the thirst of the earth
now has bloomed the loveliest rose
that smells like you...
James Al. Greco