At Night When Roses Bleed

At night when roses bleed
A tired moon mourns in pity
But I smell sea air dancing
And I see the sex of a city
Yes it’s at night indeed
I look deep upon those eyes
Oh eyes sterling and prancing
The look it invites proximity
At night ebbing pulses need
A resurrection of a destiny
Yes it’s at night indeed
When in her gaze I’m lust
I shine for the burning roses
On a whisper that I must

Your traffic rips the sullen street
‘Til the laughing zones exhaust
Under the watchful summer heat
Under the city of darkness and all
At night when roses bleed
The tears that swamp my desire
Are the fuels to light my fire
Are the rules we may not acquire
Yes it’s at night indeed
At night your eyes melt me
The city’s eyes that burn the roses

At Night When Roses Bleed

ryan  munson

Oceanport, United States

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