Budding in Purple and Red

Budding in red and purple
Pointing out the scars within
I read your thoughts
With withered years
And limbs so strong.

Folding back the petals
To a reaching bud
Smelling of lasting lust
Mounted with eyes shut
A fine instrument to play.

New and marked
Spotted evidence to see
Shadow in your sun
I die each moment
With and without you.

Arms open you radiate
Your drip of favors
Nestled at your feet
I am a ghost
Of who I was.

Lilies and vines
Wrap me in knots
Moving toward sin
Aged and shouldered
With no hands to hold.

Line me up
Impale and defile
Angel on a pedestal
Holding on to god
As I lay in anguish.

Hold me and save me.