Inside Roses

Inside Roses 

When I return to roses, 
I slough off the dead skin 
of cold iron and black branches. 

All fear scatters like blue ash 
when I slip instead 
into warm milky water. 

I am inside my heart,
when I am inside roses.
I am like a pearl in the sea.

And all my senses know love,
my whole being is complete
and enfolded in delicate petals.