he gives her a bouquet of red roses
one dozen in full bloom, she presses her nose
for sweet perfume, as she sits on her quilt
but what tingles her spine as she inhales - guilt
she starts to undress, scattering red petals
amidst their bed as passion pours & settles
like rainclouds, his lips shouting love, my love!
but in her mind, she heard get rid of!
his lies taunt her, like poisoned white wine
songs & gifts that he gave someone else- brine
she can taste it - enough of this deception, no more!
she'll snare him first, as she grabs roses from floor
madness came on thorns of the red roses
... striking, hitting, carving- as he discloses
feathery promises until his blood stains white
sheets so bright, in the grim of midnight
here's a solitary rose in bloodied hands
the room's a river of black purple sands
she gets what she wants -beyond the pearls & blur
a perfect offering: his heart only for her-
For D'verse Poets Pub - Dramatic Monologues hosted by Kim M. Russell ~ Thanks for the visit ~
This is an old poem I wrote back in 2011, which I have revised to have a rhyming couplet ~
