Black Rose Drips With Red, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
disregarding all interest
in conciliatory gestures
I send this delicate rose,
with black scented petals,
in the hopes that it should make
a lasting peace.

Distilling an aroma of mystery,
its slender aborigine stem
lined and edged with jagged thorns
threads and weaves trustingly
reaching outward in the blind,
the essence of dark longing.

Black laced is its beauty
as my mind envisions
all parts of you;
and sweeter still the outer swell
that I breathe in through my pores,
distinguished by the fragile look
that steals all light and brings me
fallen as I close each empty door.

Charmed by laughter, girlish might,
and the soft windings of your smile
that slings my heart across your lips
where reigns the touch of fire.
Here I lay these desperate words
on the cold side of your bed
and in the depth of soulless hours
this black rose drips with red.