Needling needs,
I pricked my finger
on a cactus needle
raining blood moods,
my dry cactus waiting for my face
to water it with my eyes, but it

doesn’t mind the salty water
as cacti don’t chortle often
they being a bit prickly where
the hot desert is cool
scorpions kinder than you
a thorn on a rosebush. You

bled me dry high
made me stand on my toes
seduced me with your bush. At

the behest of you, Rose
snakes I loathe less

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