Guns Love Roses

Have you ever seen a gun marry a rose?
I witness this everyday
The silent trigger whirs and shoots the
Bullet through the anticipating cathedral
And hits home with the sound of "I do!"

However -
The wounds are hidden
Covered by the merriment of a
Vacation in the Bahamas
And buried by the euphoric
Tides that swept the opening retreat

And as the curtains close on the
Maiden night of a newly-decorated home
The damage dawns

The morning breaks with a trickle
And the thick red of a primus rose
sets itself through
As the quarrel over money
Echoes itself through the bony walls

Have you ever seen a gun marry a rose?
I see it being staged everyday

The rose is only a bud
As her white dress is dragged
Down the aisle
Her arms clenched firmly onto her fathers
And the thorns on her stern protects her

She stares at the gun at the altar
He is dressed in black
His trigger behind his back
Then "bang!"
The noise unheard
But the pain shown
As the rose blooms

For merely awhile -
Allowing the tourist of the Bahamas
To see the dew drops gleam
On her pretty petals
But the residence of her hometown
Will only see the wilting flower