I walked the unwalked garden of rose-beds

In the public park; at home felt the want

Of a single rose present to imagine

The garden´s remainder in full paint

Sylvia Plath, 

Fable of the rhododendron stealers

Upon my face we leave no trace

but in her stomach mercury aged

The Smashing Pumpkins, Annie Dog

In your dreams

You shall ride

Whilst your mammy's watching over













Current 93, All the pretty little horses

I will tear the petals off of you
Rose-red, I will make you tell the truth 

Hole, Asking for it

There's a face behind a gun
That sleeps behind the owl

[...]

Dim
Birdsong
Teethless
Sunset
The flowers smile

Current 93, Sunset (The Death of Thumbelina)

My limbs are like palm trees swaying in the breeze

My body´s an oasis to drink from as you please

Siouxsie & The Banshees, Mirage