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The Thorn's Caress by jeanne rene watson Thursday, December 09, 2004 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan

The Thorn's Caress Pain Only a petty spasm. Grapple the reigns of contempt, Maneuver around the rape And underneath manage a smile. He will never quite have her. Obscured A love She never opens to him, A frigid word still gives ear to her alone. Weary When he isn�t looking, She collapses From the scolding of promise, Who berates her every move. She pleads compassion. Promise is unforgiving. Delicate her shoulders, So pale So bare, But for roses etched Under her skin. Into her lap The roses bend, And weep and weep and weep. She wonders will she lift her head To stop from drowning. Naked But for a slip of roses. She wishes she could feel the thorns. jeanne ren� 6/04

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Reviewed by Silke Lance, Dr. Ph (Reader)	12/9/2004

Very touching. Thanks for sharing.




Reviewed by Kate Clifford	12/9/2004

Love the way you have ended this heart touching write.




Reviewed by E T Waldron	12/9/2004

Beautifully written, with a wonderful dramatic finale!




Reviewed by Lori Moore	12/9/2004

Nice write. I love the ending.