Thorns of roses

Tangled in roses, white as snow. 

Blood drips from scratches 

Thorns passion bestow. The pain 

as I struggle burns my pale skin 

as the Crimson from me becomes 

part of them. Baby's breath kisses,

 violet tears, dewdrops cleanse 

and soothe my fears. You're there 

in the wind caressing my hair you 

touch me in places no one dare. I am

 captured and held in your beautiful 

snare, in Pleasures pain we both share.

02/15/05

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

you are a good poet. I'm when I read poetry but you have skill I see. Well done.

[Tina]

Thank you very much

[Ballpark Frank]

Keep writing! 😀

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoyed reading your poem, Tina. Wonderful work and the images you painted are beautiful. Thank you for sharing your work.

[Tina]

Thank you very much