Thorn of the Rose

by Fegger

And focus.

  Indifferent to all

  Unneeded in consort.

  Release your body’s call

  To tremors quake,

  With my own;

  As spirits elope

  Above us, through us,

  And perpetually embrace--

  Hover, as one.

  Eyes fixed, devoid of

  Treachery or deceit;

  While echoes of former chants

  Rise to welcome

  The consummation of

  A love of souls.