sun on roses
Photography By Hans Krueger
Poetry By Tracy Fahey
younger
i thought love would happen
naturally
lying among velvet roses
it would appear
like the sun
piercing between leaves
older
love is an indoor game
without smiles
we sit facing
in darkened rooms
plots and counterplots
words like knives
hands clenched around dice
afraid to throw
somehow
the light among the leaves
has become weak and white
the jag of thorns on flesh
lacing my skin
i am a pale traitor
to that younger self
who dreamed sun on roses