There is a Thorn tree

There is a Thorn tree

Lying in wait

Hiding behind the roses

Beautiful blooms

Bougainvillea is a fanciful

Disguise

For scuffed paintwork

And crumbling walls

They touch me

With nostalgia

Exotic aromas

Good food and wine

Freshly caught fish

Sardines on the bone

A café in the harbour

Romance in the dark

Amid the candlelight

And vine

We walked together

In the gloaming

Never afraid

To be ourselves

Hot love

Deeply breathing

The scent of wild flowers

Agony of ecstasies

How my heart bleeds

At such beauty

Dissolved

Sweet goes the way

Of all things

Eventually

The old thorn tree

Does not die

It pricks my skin

Even from a distance

The white rose is

Blood red

Laid to rest

Breathe with it

And remember

As the music plays

It is all that I am

To be near you.