the thorn

it's graphic (this relationship)
the laying and the lifting
of it

covet i
the measure of you
design every movement of you
in my core
i dance in (my own) self created
consciousness,
carry what
was tomorrow wrapped as today
in a velvet blue sky
ribbon-ed white - soft, softer

control me? i say, "Yes" to it
love me i say, "No" not yet, not yet
but within time
the truest course of it - the subtly slow, swelling
of it

hand me the rose
one concealing but paper promise
unsigned and unsealed, for
i am trustworthy to lack of - committed
to the hope (of you)
and to the haunting beauty of
the thorn 

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012