Sacred Rose Hips

How much time passed?
Those nights together
You, me
Our senses eternal.

Bestowing blessings
onto my mouth
each majestic kiss
the budding lips of a Queen.

Roar of ramparts rotting
From the California King.
Wading through moats and tears
Scouring and splashing
Prune our pierced misgivings,
Perennial and promising
We’ll flourish in Spring.

So press your rose hips
against mine
Plucked from the wild,
New life is budding
To your perfume of promise
I press.

Tomorrow’s hope will not fade
discovering the kingdom
that was eternally ordained
For you and me.