like ghost, it haunts me.
face myriad others reflect,
how will i forget?

thorn really draws blood
as petals lure to be picked
in time, you’ll be pricked.

he gave me roses,
red as wine with leaves so green
where thorns lay beneath.

grim ripper showed up.
my head detached; my heart stopped
my cheeks kissed the floor.

in between shorelines,
mind’s submerged in seawater
sinking, out of breath.

the locked drawer has no key
but a playful mind could have access
provided he’s determined.

with the winds playing,
leaves grooving to their rhythm,
sunlights are streaming.

bulbs flicked; eyes sparkled.
vein is found; alas a sign.
on its way’s a change.