I Love to Write Poetry

A Rose hazardous for the ravenous heart

This bloom protected by thorns.
Gives a striking look as she spins
her brandished streaks untames
a banner entreating in the winds
with proclamation of lovers names
Proceeding through a wild field
Locating her hidden sanctuary remained
hunted and stranded in the thick mud
Hands lifted in defiance and chained
This price will be paid with his blood.
Caught in the wrong area; ankles torn.
The thorn marked a tear so obscene
Branding ownership, his flesh for torment
Missing a clear incision Life is never clean
A savvy women will wait for her moment.
He understands what is to come.
A true lover that provides beyond measure
She never intimidates or frightens him.
They share their heated fleshly treasure.
The anticipated embrace as the lights dim.