A frozen carmine beauty

pricks the thorns

of my existence

in winter’s blush

silk arms outstretched

crying icicles

waiting for

the thaw of Spring.

Velvet lips

A ruby hue

Panting for

The mist

Of dawn

The scent

Of life wafts

On her breath

Thorns of passion

In her grasp

Painted with

The brush

Of beauty

Mingled with

Shadows blue

Of suffering

Fire erupts!

Slowly ...

With wet persuasion

She is vulnerable

In velvet casing and 

Turning toward the light

She watches heaven

Parting with forgiveness  

She is reborn --

Spreading her 

Aromatic sensuality

Across the valley and

Before God --

And in an Angel's tear

Her hope glistens 

All curled up,

Like two young lovers

On fire

One flame

Beads of sweat

Cover them at dawn

As they unravel

Magnificently grown,

Apart, but still One.

It was the striking beauty

Of dawn

Which caught my eye 

The glint of early light

Reflecting off the liquid droplets

Accumulated on both leaf 

And thorn

This precious flower's ruby lips

Had begun opening as if it

Were yawning

One could just imagine 

Each of the layers opening

One by one

Drinking in the day

Growing more beautiful 

With time

You seem so cautious now, caught

In this transition of light

Glistening in the face of change,

You were used to the night.

And as you begin to move, I

Cannot help but stare

At the color of passion,

Unfurling with flair.

Carefully I reach out, and

Upon grasping, I tense

Taught a harsh lesson,

By your beautiful defense.

Coveting you is a crime, yet

The urge will always remain

A beauty not meant for me,

Your visage, my pain.

You symbolize love, but

All I know is regret

For now my only wish is,

That we had never met.

Earth asks for Heaven's hand

Presenting gifts handmade

A ruby concealed inside itself

Kissed by the nature's pearls

Awaiting release upon acceptance

To explode into harsh and gentle hues

In favor of Heaven's precious gaze