Thorns that make us bleed March 30, 2012

 

All roses have thorns

Which makes a man

Bleed if unwisely touched,

And yet it’s insane to

Think you can get to know

Someone remotely,

To risk a pin prick

To get up close,

My fingers wrapping

Around the stem

To hold the bloom

Close enough

To catch its sense,

A risk worth taking?

She is such a mystery

To me, shrouded

By rain clouds

I can’t penetrate

Without first pricking

Myself,

Bleeding the price

We pay to know

Her in any Biblical way,

To touch and be touched

To clutch the rose

In my fist

Until blood spills out

From between my

Fingers,

Blood is the price

We pay for

True love.

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