I found a rose among thorns, but did not touch;
As I imagined the softness of its flesh
the hormonal buzz
of a honey bee
excited me
to thrust my hand into the spiked clutch;
I checked the desire
but, did drink in the view and it's aroma instead;
enjoying it's painful beauty with the fingers in my head..
Gorgeous, no?
The fingers are in my head, too.