Prickly Pear
Your love, like cactus fruit
its tiny teeth sharp and taunting,
needling the flesh of my soul
you hide behind bold hues
and a spiny point of view,
failing your tenderness
but there's nothing sweeter in nature,
I've tasted its core,
my tongue dribbling succulent sips
of slipped slurs and
sappy sentiments
so I will gather myself beneath moonlight
and pluck petty prickles,
like a woman stupid in love
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