Flower of the Prickly Pear
At our unceasing plea,
Beauty consents
to tarry for a day
within these battlements
of thorns, thus to withstand
the wilting touch
of hot breath and hungry hands
that love too much.
At our unceasing plea,
Beauty consents
to tarry for a day
within these battlements
of thorns, thus to withstand
the wilting touch
of hot breath and hungry hands
that love too much.
Page 20 (copyright 2001 Joanne R. Cage)
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