The Price of Roses

Something she said

Tempting

The average hour I try

Beach riddled in salty distance

The sound of stones pulled by waves

Like rain beating on a tired tinned roof

 

Never too long

 

It is harder than tortoise shell

Pushing back buttons

Collectively joined to creation apart

 

I await this smile

When the unsettled sound meets the branches of olive tree

Her body

Like a million particles

Separated into ocean

 

Where the night coyote

In bedlam calls