The Rose Garden

They say there is a rose garden that blooms inside us now and again. I remember how your breath was so sweet I wanted to swallow it Whole – gobbling up your gasping wind – to drown my screaming Passion, ignited by your soft molasses coated tongue, with the scent of rose Blossoming inside me, where my blood rushed your love home – yes! Later I thought how strange it was, that it could last for so long, with me, Still breathing after you had left – for three days – I was exhaling your fumes! But, that memory was not distressing, no! Mildly hallucinogenic; it was swirling There in my blood, like the alcohol that washes away your scent – sometimes – Life is like searching a beer garden for a bottle of aphrodisiac potion you’ve lost. What’s more troubling is that all the other flowers continue to bloom.