I.
A rose
Is a rose
Is a breath of flame

Beauty must be dressed in thorn
To survive more then one love

II.
Rose
Contradiction
You like a woman
        Are dual cast
Bound in grace
        Prone to torment
A knot of flame drawn inward
Never to untangle
Dancing between the thorns

III.
When the blue rose first changed its color
Lusting after the sky

We could do nothing more then let it grow
Dressing itself in reflection

Something drawn up from the earth
To rival the heavens

IV.
Oh clenched fist of a lover
        You were a rose of too many
                Dancing thorns
The blood
The blood
I could not hold on

V.
A rose
Is a rose
Is a barrel of flame

A shotgun holding red
This is the way the world
Reminds us it is beautiful
This is the way the world
Reminds us of its thorns