Wrong Side

I can be sweet

as a prickly pear

cuter than a koala

bear, at my prickliest

a porcupine. Not a fine

feature, associated

with such creature whose

line you cross leaves you

with a pine or two

in your face.

Got work to do,

undo the threads

I hold like breath

and threaten

our closeness.

Bust open my closed

mess, destiny, cradle

you in my arms my child. 


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