rose

a rose
red of sweet scent
unfolding from his touch
beneath the moons crescent


lips caress her flesh
each petal falling limp to the floor
opening up to the unknown
with each touch she wants more


a rose without her thorns
her defences down
she is weak and scared
the water is deep enough to drown 


the life she lead before
a single flower lost amongst the crowd
her imagination could not compare to this
the emotion flooding her ears is so loud


he holds her so tenderly 
his heart beat shakes the room
he is just as scared as her
they are headed for the same doom


each life now rests in the past
separate souls combine
will the rose blossom with the love presented?
the only determination, time.


[skyelouise]