Open On The Rose

and it's just that you need it today knowing that today was no different than yesterday and yet when i approach it and it opens like you know it will tomorrow it is not fear that causes you to move away towards it again and when one end meets the other and you do move it closer to the wall even with each moon in my hand it trembles as it readies to open up and each petal folding open on the rose and the thorn in it's heart and it's heat i touch and though your arms swimming the back stroke try to reach backwards to some thing that never was there i just need as you well now know to pull the moon down ever closer. to meet it's living, breathing end. Today opened on the rose, sits a thorn.