The newly kissed cheeks of the blood red roses waft in the fragrant breeze. <br />Though firmly planted in brown dirt beds they sway about with ease. <br />They bask in the sunlit fields of warmth while safely tucked away, <br />They dance about and chance to guild the lilies across the way. <br />They bat their pollen-dust lashes at the bees that happen by. <br />They revel in vainness and beauty, and they wink a tempting eye. <br />They beckon even the strongest of wills who chance along their way. <br />They have no choice but to revel in the life that they choose to portray. <br />They make you feel as though they pick the destiny of their fate, <br />yet they cannot choose to droop in thirst or stand up sky-reaching and straight. <br />They rely on a mortal's helping hand and God's great loving care. <br />They need a little regard and zeal to remain in this worldly sphere. <br />They whisper thoughts that the ruffled breezes blow into your ear. <br />They impel you to stop along life's path and tarry with them there. <br />They know that once you've stopped to look it's their chance to entice you to stay. <br />They know if they quickly work their magic, you'll get lost in their sweet bouquet. <br />They'll urge you to linger and smell their fragrance ever so sweet and dear. <br />But beware if you do, you might get lost in their pleasures and idle cheer. <br />Take heed, roses offer a tempting bargain, but the penny-worth not remiss is... <br />The snare of the blood-red roses, and their fatal hypnotic kiss.<br /><br />Christine K. Trease<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kiss-18/
