Deceit in mind, stealth to hand
A gift, a torment. Wounds flung open;
Swallow, smile and take the treasure. Thank
Messenger's hand caught
So gently stones betwixt and ween.
Cursed tiny flower, could have stayed
Roadside haply, given thoughtlessly anywhere -
to other heart. Other hand. Not this, not mine!
Re-draw shattered soul to fire. Is this to mend?
Melt edged pieces, mold a hold
To steep the roses, sip the joy
Happiness is happiness,
Route is moot. Is angst, this time