When She Called Me Her Rose 

She called me her rose.
I blushed,
red as warning signs
to cease activity
but my smile
was rebellious to heed;
her heart,
a precarious beat
skipping capriciously
into rhythms that rhymed
with all things broken.
At the very least
the end of us would be
a harmonized tragedy.

Trust,
it is not that my soul
has ceased to be enamored
by the fragrance of your affection,
the virtues in your spine
I pine to hold,
the truth on your lips
I resign to sip,
the modesty of your hips
to my eyes you’ve sold,
but I can’t help but fold
when our hands,
in origami-like embrace,
still cause my pulse to race
in a ghost lap of promises
and intentions,
you trust these feeble hands
not to break.

Trust,
it is not
my lack of confidence in you
but rather in me.
Tell me,
how do you trust
a heart to nurture love
when it’s soil
has only experienced the toils
of failure,
disloyalty and abandonment?

Truth is,
I’m more prepared
to watch you stop tilling,
drop the plow,
run out of the rain
into the comfort
of someone else’s arms
where I’ll witness you flourish,
in the hands of a man
that has noticed
every cut,
scrape,
or wound
for a thorn
is masked by the beauty
of its roses.

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Blessed 

Bless the day
that birthed her into existence,
unearthed her soul into being
and heart into feeling.

Bless, her mother’s labor,
her father’s patience
that delivered her into the present.

Bless the past she’s endured
to furnish a brighter future;
the detours in paths
that made her relish the finish.

Bless the trials,
the setbacks,
the drawbridge
the jetlag from flight of thought
to decisive action.

Bless the fractions
of times we’ve spent,
the moments we’ve lent
to leisure.

Bless the attempts I make
to please her;
more importantly,
bless the seconds
I’ve seized her laughter,
caught it into glass jars
of memory and remedy,
shattered it loud
in empty house
to feel you fill the voids within.

Bless the now
you morph into beauty,
the odds and ends
contorting us into unity
and I,
am all too blessed to confess
that you,
are the blessing I’ve been gifted,
never taken for granted.