My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber <br />Has left bright reflections in the room <br />Above the garden. <br /> <br />The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids, <br />Still shines....I am drunk from so many roses <br />Redder than wine. <br /> <br />Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me.... <br />I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life. <br />All of them are here. <br /> <br />It's a miracle....The stars have risen, <br />Hastily, across the wide windows <br />Where the melted gold pours. <br /> <br />Now, among the roses and the stars, <br />You, here in my room, loosening your robe, <br />And your nakedness glistens <br /> <br />Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes.... <br />Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible <br />In the cold night.<br /><br />Renee Vivien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-rising-2/
