I got the results of my x-ray back today,
there are roses growing in me,
and it seems they can never die,
they found butterflies on the thorns
where they made cocoons,
only our lovemaking can heal these wounds.
There are roses growing in you;
I will always remember that August morning when you told me that there were roses growing in you.
Since that day, when they need light, I give them the sparkle of my eyes transformed into sunlight.
When they are thirsty, I empty my body of blood and I become their dew.
When they feel lonely, I serenade them under the full moon
When they are hungry, I offer them my tenderness,
and I cut my arms so they can keep my caresses.
Today, I have a secret to reveal to you; there are roses growing in me too.
Only my roses can live in your garden and yours are always welcome in mine,
but never offer roses to a stranger and never accept roses from someone else’s garden,
because the pain in my soul will provoke thorns to tear my skin off
and a rain of petals will cover my empty & naked body
that lies lost on a pyramid of thorns amid a sea of blood.
Written by Crystal Kinistino & Mada Rose