Bed Of Roses

We lay naked to the sun
like coffee torn from the stem
scattered on the floor
we now explore the earth.

 I reach for you – I feel your skin
these dark hues of bruised petals
but what life must lie within.

Gentle hands; sweep the sky
to brush away the contrail clouds
to brush away the crystals from your eyes
to stop you in the wake
so you may realize – a different path.

I am now your earth – I am your honour
dig your fingers into me
find your integrity
in the depth of these new roots
let your anger seep –
and allow the rains to wash away
so you and I – may grow.

Then we will lie –
for the next hundred years
on our new bed of roses.