Taste of a Rose
Jarvinia

Well, I was going to post this on Valentine's day (as it's fitting for
that), but I just didn't feel that great that day, so...well, I didn't.
It was done, just...not posted till later.

Anyway, this is from Natalie's point of view.  Any recognizable
people/places don't belong to me.  Just having a bit of fun with this.

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Taste of a Rose


A vase of carmine roses
Sit blooming on a table
Petals teasing, engulfing

I sit and trace the contours
Red against red, and then green
Sharp barbs focused and waiting

The roses were a surprise
Their presence greeting and warm
The card simple and unsigned

'Come to the loft at eight, please'
There was nothing more to read
There was nothing more to know

Her heart leapt with fear and joy
Captured by a single rose
Its soft flesh perfect and smooth

It shown in light and shadow
Blood resting upon a wire
Slender and silky and sharp

The petals would last for now
Then slowly wrinkle in death
Time's brittle form, immortal

The thorns, nearly forgotten
Demanded to taste one's life
Cutting and scarring the flesh

They glowed bright with danger, death
Tempting, luring, and pleading
Innocent, they lie waiting

He, she knew, would wait for her
Even if she didn't come
Just like the rose and its thorns

They called on her, tugged on her
There was no way to refuse
She would go to him, she knew

She arrived as day faded
She saw him, his smile so kind
Irresistible, and bright

She was greeted by roses
A few here and a few there
Each shrouding her in their life

Nick was like the precious rose
Dangerous but innocent
Impossible to ignore

So inviting, insisting
But she did not heed his thorns
Not even when he approached

He was pleased, his grin the proof
Her presence filled his cold void
Light taking over the dark

A scent wafted in the air
The hint of roses and spice
Food sitting on the table

A hand rose to meet her face
Cool flesh touching, caressing
She could stay there forever

She needed this, wanted this
So did he, gold in his eyes
They stood, no words to be said

He kissed her gently, softly
Lips smooth like a rose's flesh
Devouring and alive

That was all she cared about
What was unspoken stayed so
No words were shared nor needed

The rose's striking beauty
Could be resisted by none
Not by her, nor anyone

The hidden thorns and dangers
Pushed into dark recesses
Living, waiting, forgotten

Another kiss, light, cautious
She melted and closed her eyes
Another, and she was lost


Jarvinia ~ February 2003
jarvinia@gmx.com
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