Blue Succulent
Touched a succulent with lavender-blue tips
Fractal beauty. I wanted to absorb its presence
It stung me. Invisible spiny tips crown
The edges of those violet-cheek leaves
I yelped, rubbed my fingers together
Trying to dull the pain, mellow the attack
But you, you flex your thorns, and I mine
Indignant power bound with furied muscle
Maybe just brushing our bodies skin to skin
Will slough off the hackles of our tempers
As for the snappish blue succulent
I left it in its pearly pot to sulk alone
I have bled enough and so have you
Time for us to sit side by side
Pull in our prickles, expose our tender flesh
Blindly surrender into each other
Knowing the one will break the other’s fall
Such comfort in this. At hazard to love
Just thought 64
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