The Lovers of Heliogabalus

By A. Phelps

"The Roses of Heliogabalus” by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema


drown me in the petals that lace your marble floor

there could’ve been a hundred,

a thousand, maybe more

dip me in your honey and then leave me

sweet and sore

they’ll hang me out to dry

and then leave me at your door

they’ll just hang me out to dry

and do the same things done before


paint me with your kisses

and flood me with your tears

cry your little heart out

‘till i’m tasting salt for years

tell me all your favorite hopes

and all your secret fears

just keep powering my heart

by turning all these rusty gears

keep on powering my heart

and i’ll make sure no darkness nears

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