Rose Thorns

the rose

thorns

have caught again

against the fabric 

of the silk

what do you expect 

when you wear a 

dress that puffs 

like a cloud

into the garden 

you turn to me

and say

we’re not talking 

about silk

and I answer 

we’re never talking about 

what we’re talking about

The Soul of the Rose by John William Waterhouse

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