statues

a red drop

suspended

on alabaster skin, such

a shocking contrast referential to

the single rose, a bud in barest bloom

or

promises thereof, crimson

falls away, falling, descending

into deeper hues, his splayed ribs

cradle the hart, so singular

a color

as to burn their after image

into my eyes

a red drop

stains, as though I were the one

crying blood.