.beauty That Binds, Thorns That Defend.
Among the suffocating weeds
by Not Long Left
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 strenghened my desire
to tame you, each crimson droplet
of reject 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 natural nervous unison.
Even your thorns retracted just
enough to allow yourself the touch
of unfelt, unexchanged passion.
Yet even today in the pillowed
safety of my arms, your thorns
sometimes appear- a reminder of
the past, one that can never be erased.
And every so often I bleed.