Sunday, March 18, 2007

Am I a coward

for not bending to kiss
the petals of a rose
transfixed so by
a fear I carry
clumbsy whit
upon my lips
I dare not venture
to risk insulting
the rose itself
and languish
at the missed
of its fragrance?

I fear the answer is yes
and vow to ne'er
be so swayed by
fear again