I have disappeared like a
drop of vinegar in an
Ocean of honey.

My Smile has reappeared,
submerged in a garden
of Crimson Red Roses.

Thorns are drenched, and
Stems are thick, like the love
Of Virgin Mary's newborn.

My legs are crossed, and I will
wait till Dusk, for you to
Return home, our lips and lust.

Do not forget the water that will
wash off dirt, yesterday's ugly
And tomorrow's hurt.

Now rest your head and Close
your eyes, allow your dreams
to sink in Beautiful lies.

© Willows