Stop being such a cacti.
I’m only trying to move you into sunlight,
to let you learn, grow.

You were such a cacti
because you peirced me with your blunt needle.
yet I still bled,
because it still peirced me through, and skimmed my bloodflow.
I didn’t cry
because I realised that is just simply you.

You were such a cacti
when I tried to water you, my dear.
I only wanted to keep you alive
keep you radiating.
Keep you, as you.

This time,
your dagger imapled me.
From my finger and gushed into my left chest.
I now understand you
because you won’t hesitate to grow without my nurture,
and won’t hesitate to peirce with my love.

A cactus asked a rajanigandha
Both were together
In one of those
Floral shows
O people say
You are so beautiful
How do you maintain it?
The bragging rajani replied
O my tale is
No less than a rich
Young maiden's
She applies make up
I put on fragrance
I have pristine white buds
Planted with care I was
O I deserve to be
Called the queen
You grow
In the sandy places
Under great heat
You are green
Only in your stems
Otherwise
What show do you have
????????
The cactus had a flair
Started
O I may not have
Your beauty,O rajani
But I do have flowers
Colorful
They grow
Amongst perks
You don't
Don't forget
O dear
We all come
From the same
Gifts
Of harmony
Of this earth
Beautiful creations
Do have
An unseen
Foundation stone
Hidden indeed!

we thirst for her touch
she's our beginning and end
drip drop drip ...we feast!

You are like a cacti.
Everytime you touch me i bleed.
Yet.
I will water you with love and marvel at your blood red blooms.

Oh what a prickly thing.
Oh what a fuzzy thing.
Oh what a misconception you can bring.
Some of your petals soft looking with maybe no thorns to stick. Some fuzzy that makes us want to cuddle but oh **** watch out for that *****.
The cactus the beauty in the desert. Blooms with flowers then withers up. Always there to trip you up.

The sun is hot in the open desert. A shadow of hope from the plants that look like they have withered.
Shade we seek the critters scream. Little feet scorching as the sand seems to melt.
Why must I live here. Many folk ask. Would you rather have the ocean to see versus the forever ending rows of Joshua Trees.
My skies are full of glistening stars, when the hot sun sets deep down afar. I have darkness you can never see.  I can see the milky way you see.
I don't need the beach house. I can always hear her waves.  A memory recorded deep in my mind.
The night skies are forever now mine. I fear not the heat of the day. I live my life simple like the old days. I have no wants. My needs are all meet.
As long as I have you with me at night. The stars are our peace in this crazy world.
I love my desert as I love you. Harsh at times. Life gets rough you see. But in the end it is just you and me.
Nashoba copyrighted 2014

A cactus in a plastic *** all year ‘round beauty skips.
But to its own advantage, so too, do snails and thrips.

Its outward look gives not the eye the pleasure eyes demand.
It even spitefully responds to its caretaker’s hand.

However, once in a blue moon (If you’ll pardon the cliché)
Sun kissed jewels emerge to show their bountiful array!

Other plants all year ‘round blossom, showing off their prize
But the cactus reveals an unforseen beauty hidden in its guise.

Beauty woven within a blossom of elegant
                                                              spines,
fevered upon landscapes of humidity.
Treasures of the
                       desert locked within ,
moistures lingering within a sealed prison