Dead heading

This last red rose
Has pierced 
Some heart
Or within its petals
Has contained
A consummated love.


Dark velvet folds
Of  slaked desire
Trembling dew drops
At each petal's lip
Caught by sun shaft 
At the break of day.

I remember 
In the fading rays
Of summer sun
Light falling 
On your shining hair
And you were gone.

JL August 26 13:12