and he thinks
he would know her now:
rose-petal sweet,
the passion of crimson,
she daunts in devouring the sun,
proud climb
from the ground to the light,
tenacity's bloom;
his fingers
caressing her thorns
the pain as she cuts
the welcome price
for what he has touched.

 Jon Bohrn (1999) ("Glass Panes")


The Flowers: The Rose;  Alphonse Mucha 1898
The Flowers: The Rose, Alphonse Mucha 1898


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