Roses
on the second dayhe came with a single rose
said: 'will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
i nodded my head
as i layed on the bed
he said, 'if i show you the roses will you follow?'
on the third day
he took me to the river
he showed me the roses and we kissed
and the last thing i heard was a muttered word
as he stood smiling above me
with a rock in his fist
