Perfect Blush
I´m a man but want to be a rose
not a tiny one for your lapel, but
a rose atop a thorny bush for all
to see my magnificence.
And I will let a harvest mouse
Make a bad amongst my soft petals
safe from cats, sleep in sunlight
wake up and fall asleep again.
Those who try to pick me will bleed
I´m not for a suitor to pick.
But I will when time is right
With a bit of foliage, lie upon your pillow
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