Prickly
Pear
As
I undress
this
prickly pear
I
imagine
desert
kisses
massaging
my
throat
needles
become pliable
making
acupuncture
pleasurable
red fruit
and
blood marry
consummating
everything
inside
me
By Diana M.
Bateman
2005 ©
2005
Now that I have shared, I am on my way to meditate and recognize that all is well. I need to quench a thirst that, I think, only meditation can bring.
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