Are you put off by my thorns?
Does my blossom appeal to your hunger for beauty
and ambivalence spring from the threatening frame that
surrounds my heart?
Does the fragrant olfactory summons, turn your head in my
direction
even as signals of caution engage your mind?
Wild thoughts of embracing me with abandon,
burying your face in my bloom
drinking in the nectar
with no thought for the torn flesh of your arms and face.
Can you ignore the markers of past dark encounters
broken heart beating
torn flesh bleeding
Trusting the cry for more
More than safety
More than certainty
More than can be contained without changing things familiar
More than present realities can support
I am longing
Desire unchained
Seeking my beloved
Yearning to know as I am known
Deep calling unto deep
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