Better Than Me

Hold a rose with petals of light
One by one they become bright
Towards the center they spiral in
And flames burst into flight.

Your eyes are skewered on the thorns
Hanging sad, disfigured and torn.
Drooping with the wilt of time
on the stem of your neck and spine.

Entangled bowels, buried deep
Like roots in a soil bed.
Hanging above, your heart drips red
And colors roses inside my head.

Two leaves reach out like crippled arms
Begging for a drink.

-----still in progress-----