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As inhales fill a nothingness, And exhales echoes roar; Vibrating on the chest exposed; To love then, nevermore? Resigned to let my heart then perish, Smear drops upon a page. In mem’ry—misconception, yet, I cannot find the rage. That former words were spoken true, When love stoked kindred fire; Flashed it burned too quickly then Left ashes on the wire. | Thorn of the Rose Copyright 2010 By Fegger Published By Fegger aka Rich Jax Smashwords Edition Cover Art By Kathy M. Krueger http www. kmkrueger. net Forward We cross-culturally have come to recognize the Rose as the symbol of love. We are drawn to the stately presentation of the blossom as it exists and thrives among its protective shield of thorny briers. We are enticed by the flower s fragrance and are captivated by the many delicate folds that comprise the bloom and as these petals respond to warmth and time they expose the golden fertile core of its being. It is a fragile species that requires the tender care and communication of the most benevolent and selfless of keepers in order to achieve fulfillment and ultimate potential. Yet as fate would prescribe this beauty possesses thorns along its stem and guardian branches. It would appear that these barbs are a means for the flower to deter any intimate handling whatsoever but this is surely not the truth. Should one take this growth for granted without due sensitivity blood is drawn and the flower winces along with the pangs felt by the suitor. It therefore becomes a mutual commitment or accord which thereby renders the relationship between the flower and the curious to become one and is created with kindness admiration and above all respect. Thorn of the Rose Table of Contents Every Night On the Wire Paper Garden Sex Attic Safe Bring Me Flowers One Page at a Time In Praise of Women One Hundred Daisies The Prostitute s Tale Life of Rose Self-Admission The Illusionist Two Faces of Anger Point of Confluence Entire of Me Tickertape Charade Granite Man Peacock Lost His Plumage Candle Ancient Tree On the Lonely Perfect Picture Perfect Picture II This Door That Stands Black Widow With Trust Quest or Conquest There is He Who Cannot Rest Once Mine Epitaph of the Charmer Bartholomew Love and Anger I May Love Again My Choice Remains To Be Alive Figurine Unrequited Inside of Me Cocoon A Love of Souls Denotes titles .
