Beauty That Binds, Thorns That Defend
Among the suffocating weeds
of this overgrown city I found you.
Defiant in your beauty, shielding
yourself from the ever emerging
hope chokers, repelling those
that tried in vain to pull you down.
A siren in the shadows luring all
with your petal gentle smile.
Each cut strenghed my desire
to tame you, each crimson droplet
of regret reminded me of the prize.
Slowly your sharp shields smoothed;
your gestures like a gentle breeze
cooled the heated air of suspense.
When finnally we embraced
A stillness fell upon the world outside
and there we kissed, two hearts
beating in nervous natrual unison.
Even your thorns retracted just
enough to allow yourself the touch
of unfelt unexchanged passion.
Yet even today in the pillowed
comfort of my arms your thorns
sometimes appear- A reminder
of the past which can never be erased
And every so often I bleed.
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