I love this poem by JJ and used it as my inspiration:
A nude lady rose,
plucked as if her life is due heavens course.
To be laid upon a barren corpse.
Dying with the gift to still be alive.
Kissing the dead as she displays her color of red,
a fiery contrast upon a marbled breast.
Her Radiance among the pale of skin,
gives her a peace be if one in just, within.
Her only place,
to give color to the dead of any race.
the irony of living freshly cut.
Inspire Me Monday