Sometimes The Roses Can't Wait
By La Belle Rouge


a sad day, a phone call
sent me to hide in that secret place
deep inside my soul reserved
for tears i would never shed
in front of anyone

a blistering day, steamy hot
but the roses couldn’t wait
they’d die if we didn’t plant them

my hands immersed in the rich dirt
a sense of peace and wholeness
back to the rudiments of survival

one magnificient flash of lightning
one startling boom of thunder
and the skies opened wide

we were soaked to the skin
by the time those roses were
safely in the ground

drenched and laughing loud
like two naughty children
playing in the cold pouring rain

you ran the hot bubble bath
poured me a good stiff drink
climbed in the tub behind me

your arms slipped around me
and i remembered the way
i used to ache for them

and i remembered the feel
and taste and scent of you
before the years and tears

then my tears fell, as furious
as the rain beating against
the roof and window

for hours we touched, loved
devoured, like two starving sailors
adrift on a stormy sea of lust

a rekindling of what might have been
premonition of what might still be
an unforgettable moment of joy
planted forever in my heart’s garden
because sometimes the roses can’t wait


7/21/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”

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