Pale flesh rapped in thorns.
Dripping with life they lay.
Delicate folds of subtle skin.
Lift them gently,
She turns them in her hand.
Glimpse the red flecks as they seep,
Effortlessly, through veins.
Colouring their path as they run.
Her palm spreads to show her
Master piece.
The magnum opus of her life.
The soft folds now turned.
From innocent and pure,
To passionate and decorated.
The white rose now quenched,
Turns Red.
Dripping with life they lay.
Delicate folds of subtle skin.
Lift them gently,
She turns them in her hand.
Glimpse the red flecks as they seep,
Effortlessly, through veins.
Colouring their path as they run.
Her palm spreads to show her
Master piece.
The magnum opus of her life.
The soft folds now turned.
From innocent and pure,
To passionate and decorated.
The white rose now quenched,
Turns Red.