Janee Sybert
Amidst a hot bath, the steam rises
Suffocating the room with the sickly smell of roses
They sit in the tub, soaking up the water
The champagne taste still lingers heavily on the palate
A celebration
Was what it was dreamed to be.
Dancing on the floor, feeling the embrace Of
your rough hands on my soft skin
Once more, left alone
Wishing for the sharp stems to lay in my palms
Now they sit, soaking up heat
Wilting in the water.