Think of me like…

Think of me, like a rose flower with prickly eyes
As the raindrops on the rooftops
The blue and yellow bird that teases you with tiny flights
The loud but harmless burst of thunder
Think of me softly, if you must think at all

of me say that I’m a budding devil
heeding the instructions of your walls.
of me is an earthing face,
a little whisky from heaven.
one whose world is a face of fire

Bose x Ruddapoet