Cactus Blanket

 

I was warned of this love.

 

A seed drowning in the ground.

The fight of fresh crisp leaves through soil.

Minerals and water coagulating in the stem.

The climb up from the bed of a soft petal.

 

It is the opium of being warned.

To watch love freestyle itself as a barbarian.

 

Of this love, I had been warned.

Walking in the endless desert noon,

Blanketed by the cactus of the night’s short reign.

Clutching a rose by the raw stem.

To float on an unforgiving riddle.

 

It is the opium…

The opium of planting one’s seed in the statue of a greek god called Ares.

 

To water that seed with tears.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

i dont know why i always have a problem reviewing your work...probably becuase i know you, it makes it difficult to take your writing seriously...even more so this, cause this is actually really moving and heartfelt...

excellent imagery...the metaphor of the desert with the cactus as the only saving grace: not the most unique, but you express it in the most unique of ways.

"to float on an unforgiving riddle" -----> brilliant

[Emily B]

Your writing defies my classification. I wonder if I missed this or if I came and read and wandered off with no idea what to say about what I found here. Your words are beautiful and deep and moving.