May’s Rose

and I watch you blossom
in the womb of spring,
raptured by your royal smell,
contemplating the flow of time.

i’ll let you shine like a goddess
in the winter of my dilemmas,
dispelling unspeakable mysteries,
exorcising trembling voiceless.

oh you rose with the muliebre beauty,
your sharp spines are prison
for my desire to catch you,
egotistic under the yoke of desires.

but as a crimson anecdote you conquer, those breaths of life
between the lines turned upside down
in my usual wondrous,
and captivate me in your beautiful petals

in my sweet death as I kiss you.

laura Lapietra ©