She might just be a rose with faux mink eyelashes
Blood red petals with everlasting sweetness
Surprise! Surprise! She might just make a great girlfriend
Underneath the redness is a stinging bareness.
She’s a blockbuster rose surviving the harsh soil
Filling fragrance under the same sky or the impossible black hole
The only thing she might not do is to make you pluck her away
From the brown earth that turned her into a thriving rose, a persistent blockbuster.
A composite of me and the universe 