FAREWELL MY SIREN
The blood red roses have died in the vase,
Their long stems wilted,
And the thorns blunted
That so exquisitely tore your soft, white skin.
Vanished for now the delicious lacerations
And stilled the erotic trickle
Across the buttock’s swell,
The sweet dark crimson sap redolent of those blooms.
But gone, too, the auburn tresses that crowned
Your crystaline curves
And adorned your lissome limbs:
Your flesh awaits fresh wounds; my scars are sealed !
Photos by Daniel Bauer www.daniel-bauer.com