The rose that bloomed between our lips
When we brushed away the petals
and cleared the crumbs of brittle leaves
all that we had were sheets.
Stark and white we stretched them,
from corner to corner
and smoothed away the creases,
lay together side by side
and searched the ceiling for stars.
this is all I have to give.’
I really wanted to write something better but this was all I could come up with. Comments and thoughts on this would be hugely appreciated as I have no idea what I was trying to say here. For all the faffing it took to write it still doesn’t strike me as written.