If I don’t buy you roses
If I don’t buy you roses
Don’t bother asking why
Their life spans but a moment
Compared to you and I.
Their petal’s scented pleasures
May soothe a troubled soul
Yet what you’ve done for me love
so few have ever known.
Through years if you desire
Bouquets to see and touch
In simple ways I need you
To want me just as much.
But if by chance it happens
I fail to wake one day
look for me where roses bloom
on earth or far away.
~~~~~~~
The Moon Shone Through Her Window
She nestled her head like some moonlight sliver
on my shoulder.
As I plagiarized the warmth of the fading sun,
I pulled her against me;
my lust rising like mercury.
Maneuvering magical motions in shadows,
the full moon traced its light on the floor
as we rolled on wool woven horses,
and the night slipped away without our noticing.








Beautifully penned, Tim. Two incredible poems my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much, Damian. 🙂
That first stanza hit. I love flowers but they die, and I feel bad to see them go. Beautifully written.
Thanks for the comment, Fia. 🙂
Beautiful work, Tim. Powerhouse.
Thank you Thomas. 🙂