I wanted to be a rose
Velvet petals and teasing thorns
Delicate and easy to hold
I am willow tree breasts
And thighs like galaxies
A sand dune belly
Siren call hips
And sea storm eyes
I am soft in all of the right
And wrong places
Nobody thought
To give my body a map
I wanted to be a rose
But I am devasting
And cannot be wrapped in cellophane
