You are not a desert rose but a three-headed spike --the reason
for the pinholes in my shoes You are not a soaring
beauty --so many of the souls who call
you home are gnarled and cruel
You are frigid and the vicious
guardians of your sky scream
****** when I walk by You did
not always welcome me despite
the lover's whispers you blew my way
You are merciless --insatiable in how you
thicken my skin with the grit I gnaw
in my teeth You are not a peaceful
sun but a chaotic creator --anarchist
god You are the companion I so dearly miss