Monday, October 17, 2011

Never Roses

Cut from the glass of ceilings
And church windows
Directly from the sun
Cut from you
And me
And the corners 
Of well lit boxes
Between lips
And fingers
And the back seats of midnight
After too much to drink
Cut from only sons
And their mother's daughters
The light hearts of love notes
And lilies
But never roses

1 comment:

  1. not roses? smiles. this has a nice rhythm to it when spoken and i like the visuals...