Red paper roses litter the floor and condemn me with your undying essence. Rumors of your deceit coat me with an epiphany of chaotic thoughts. Your soft smooth voice caresses me in a cradle of adornment, your restless blue eyes provide a galaxy of my own to explore. Our shadows chase each other on the white washed walls, begging to entwine in passionate child's play. You build your alter on this sanctified bed, presenting me as your atoning sacrifice. Your sweet butterfly kisses of pleasure suffice as a halo around your head. Light dances around the room in christmas filled haze. You lift me above this dying world and set me on a cloud. The daunting wind knocks on your window like a thief in the night requesting entrance. But we shall remain on this bed of red paper roses. Just you and I.
