Monday, August 4, 2014

Rose in his arms

Here have my arms,
Here you will remain safe, away from love sewn cliches
Far, there's a space in our house, only for both of us.
Fitting perfectly our prayers, our silences
 we vowed we'd be joined for life
Joint till the core, till the very end.
You never asked me for anything, expect maybe wild roses for your bedside
you said the fragrance helps you start your day
and you always wonder if ever possible it is I stop snoring.
My snores will quiet but now tell me how can I scrape you
 a rose from under the rubble?

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