Over the Roses

I desire you with hot love
Across your picket fence of roses
You've never smothered my weeping
And through my insicerities just chortle to yourself.
My silent heart caught thirsting for dull, barbed spines.
Laughing foolishly are sun-soft, haunted smiles,
Slowly changed while a river dried and only glistening until the end.
Delicious, soft petals utter my will.
Crumbled ash-dust, they are now
And hurtle me now for the end.