A Delicate Rose
It shouldn’t be so hard at this time of night,
when the bars are starting to close,
I passed on a violet and gave up on a lily,
Had my sights set on a delicate rose
She was mahogany deep with brown eyes to match
and a head of heavenly curls and
riding her breasts that called with each breath
was a string of brilliant pearls
Yet her skin could not be as dark
as the sins of my heart
as I plotted this new acquisition
And I paled at the thought
of what could be wrought
should I conduct this base inquisition
Her beauty was timeless, that shuttered the heart
and the hair on my skin rose to pray
that crass I may be and insolent to boot
together in bed we might lay
She passed through the room an innocent lamb
Unaware of the wolf at the door
And the craven beast within started to howl
At his lost chance to follow her spoor
Out of the door and into the night
Swept by me on angel’s wings
Who perhaps could have saved me,
Her innocence belay me
From the madness that loneliness brings
It shouldn’t be so hard at this time of night,
when the barmaid says it’s time to close,
To evaluate one’s life with insight and knife,
Leave a tip, blow a kiss, adios
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