Black Rose Poem by Mark Heathcote

Give me black-rose moonlit-in-her throes.
I'll fall in love with her, and I'll be blessed.
Take these marrow bones without plateaus?
I'll sing in her heavens - hover fervid.
Ah, black rose gives me more moonlit sorrows-
in those petals, I'll drown all my sorrows.
I'll bleed across a million starlit miles
to feel the warmth of your dark, tender smiles.
That sometimes winks toward my direction.
Ah, Black rose gives me more moonlit sorrows
who cares about those-other-tomorrows?