He stands before me
I'm still not sure what he wants
I gesture with my hand in curiousity
He nods as if to explain...
He is naked; exposed in spirit
Without a word he stands
Eyes closed in a trance-like sleep
Somnambulist, free of reality.
He has been wounded both mentally and physically
For every pain there is a hole deep in his flesh
No blood - just holes.
Opening his eyes he points to a hole close to his heart
Afraid I had done some evil, I pull my hand back to my side
He reaches into the hole, burying his hand deep in his chest
Repulsed, I feel he will stop his heart.
He hunches slightly forward in pain
My God, he's going to die!
He stands straight up and slowly removes his hand from his chest
And with it comes a rose...
He speaks: "For all the pain you caused me,
All the anger and sadness,
You've remained close to my heart -
And a rose signifies my love for you."
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