What Rose Did

Put my heart in a torn yellow paper envelope
With some green beans and a dead red rose,
And mailed it through the morning post;

Listened to that pretty parcel splashing through the mud
In black rubber boots and no raincoat,
Looking for Wilde’s aesthetic ghost.

Found a broken chemistry set
With which to fill my curtained empty space,
Underneath an orange weeping willow tree;

Spent every night stealing through sleeping gardens,
Peeping into grey and brown open windows
A little indiscreetly.

Wandered into a violet forest;
Fell through a crack in the wall
To look out a new blue window and find a few true lies.

Went to the mailbox in a white dress and a pink straw hat
And found a tattered envelope
That I opened with your eyes.