I am sorry.
I wanted to bring you two deep dark red roses.
You; the commonplace of my immoderate zones.
But I clad two in my frock
with each trudge, one rose capered
no way to suppress the darkened spades.
The air blew with the first petal
Came ‘round and in circles
until none of them were seen dangling.
My cloak inflamed; perfumed.
Today I could but not give two deep dark red roses.
But, my cloak still inflamed; perfumed.
How you have held the fort.
Tainted wide with royal fingerprints?
Peasants genuflected in the presence
of the nobles.
How this servant’s heart interluded
with taunting breakage but in
Two deep dark red roses
where they flew a respite,
wilted thy bounty.
Strayed, cascaded down the rivers
sinking beneath the unsettled ambers.
Tonight, I will be inflamed; perfumed.
For the memories of two deep dark red roses
soon will draw breath.