I Left My Petals In Your Bed Last Night

We ate Italian food

Swirled miles of pasta around they way you do

We ate all night

We danced to the music the band was playing

I spun around so fast that, I blossomed into a full rose

We left for your house

We sat in the Taxi, giggling at how the driver loudly sang Frank Sinatra

It was like our very own time capsule

We arrived at your house

We opened a bottle of red wine, something cheap,

I can’t remember

We toasted to how we loved rose’s

We drank more, I noticed the shine in your eye

As I moved my hips to the memory of the taxi man’s music

We drank more

We used the wine as a map

Slowly, I began gliding my finger across the pictures in your hallway

We ended up in your bedroom

We touched each other, slowly

Reading the skin on our lips as a personal invitation

We kissed

We undressed, I let my petals shower the floor

You said you loved me

You said you loved roses

I left my petals in your bed, that night

We made love, again, and again

Until our bodies were one, unable to tell where one began and the other ended

We made love, until the sun was no longer a distant memory

We woke

You said “thanks for last night”

The way you thanked our waiter for our pasta

The way you thanked the taxi man for a ride

I saw you

At the same restaurant,

With a Lily, even though you said you loved Roses

I left my petals in your bed, last night

You said you loved roses

And you loved to undress them, too

I left my petals in your bed, last night

So here’s goodbye

and a fuck you