Death of a Rose i cast you out upon the seas of jubilation,
i consume you upon the table cloth of my intent,
i revel in the small amounts you leave behind,
i challenge you to look intently,
i layer you in colours taken from spring's daily excesses,
i photograph you as you dream of flight,
i touch you in the moments before waking,
i linger near you when i'm lost in the wilderness,
i tempt you into revelry with the glasses held high.
what's it to you?
who go