Spiritual Roses 

Her roses are beautiful 
Intricate poses in a garden silhouette 
Take me to the embassy where we met
I’ll show you where my mind drifts for a hand 
I’ll tell you my secret for a pair of lips 
I want to sink in your waters like a titanic ship 
Obscure glare from the birds at the window 
Transcended warmth permissible 
We are physical yet the world is invisible 
Your rose pedals are incredibly spiritual 

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