"Cactus-Flower" - Written 31/07/08

I want to hug a cactus,
On this dull, ruinous landscape.
I want to let it know it is not alone.
Its flesh within my warmth,
I will be it's only friend,
A shoulder for it to cry on,
So it may finally let out those tears
It keeps bottled up so desperatly,
Trying to survive.

I want to hug a cactus,
And feel its thin, sharp needles
Cutting through me, burrowing my skin,
Like the spines of a porcupine,
Protecting it from the outside.
Softly trickling from pin-pricks,
As my new friend sets it free,
My sap, mixing with its tears,
Splash playfully across the dirt,
Forming a strange composition.
After this, all that will be left over
Is a dark red stain from a cactus flower.