I suppose 
Lady Rose
Froze me in my tracks
Made me back up
Re-think 
My awkward steps of approaching.
Consistently 
Coaching me to handle her
Blurring my thoughts of reality 
Madly
I dream of wetting her petals
Not just settling for flurries of puddles
But cascading gushes 
Amidst her bushes.
See
I’m trying to push her to limits 
And be all up in it
Plant my seeds
Underneath the weeds and tweeds
Like I’m the source of her beauty.
Feeding her nourishment
Encouragement
Bewilderment by what I say to her
Making her insides fluttery
Her magenta creamy
Fiending for the meaty part of me.
Have me care take and upkeep
The sweetness of her fragrance
Lacy thorns of elegance
Providing needed distance
From predators
Competitors
Or others that want closeness.
Trying to feed upon this homegrown
Token of Jah’s creation
Taste the nectar of the finest libation
While giving little in return.
I ain’t mad at this rose
Of no particular prose 
Or disposition
I only want to be in position
To hold posture during transition.
Opening her veins of life
To ripened tales of lust
And imagery
Providing a potent chemistry 
Mixed delicately 
Deliberately.
Intimately I pick her apart
Prying for her heart
Starting to understand her essence
And origins
Where she’s been 
Has keened my interest
Like a ventriloquist
She can play me in earnest.
I’ll be her midnight puppet 
For display
As she lays and plays
With her berry
While blissfully moaning Corey.
I be that break of sunshine
That heats her spine
In her natural recline
Caressing like a dressing 
Of manifesting beauty
And security.
Helping lovely
Blossom
Into something pretty
Or maybe 
Something simply.