Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Poetry-Cactus


Cactus

I don't want to be a thorn in your side
But I can't help it; I'm so prickly.
Poking in your sensitive ribs
When all I want is a soft embrace.

Always surprised when you look inside.
I want to show you something beautiful.
More often than not I spill my guts
And you see me in imperfect light.

I want to be gentle for you
Easy going and soft beside you,
But the world chafes my skin
And I bristle instead of kissing.

I don't want to make you weary
Because I love, love, love you.
Forgive me if I wear you out
With all my endless being.

8-26-08

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