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A rose was given to me

by a stranger that I knew

I had met before.

The sunset could take this day.

But not this rose that has bloomed.

Feel the aching and the oh so warm tension.

I shy these eyes away.

Can't offer jewels, but this night.

This gold city of Mexico

has grown hot in the night.

Your touch cuts through my skin hair.

Your breath creates a dream.

Can't think.

I'm moving without me doing it.

Candles lit bright.

The hot wax simming down.

And in through the night,

sounds of hands clapping softly.

A rainfall pouring from nowhere.

Silky bed sheets envelope us.

The seconds seemed like hours.

You tangled your sweet kisses

within me.

Couldn't tell time in that night.

The significance of a rose

is easily spoken of.

But the night...

No feelings of petals nor words could

help me speak about

that night.