It is so hard to get my arms around it,
this giant cactus, with all of her sharp spikes.
I think to myself, "this time
it will be different.
If I approach her carefully, gently,
slowly take her into my arms,
this time it won't hurt."
I only want to touch the soft skin I can see
just beneath her quills.
The sweet fragrance of her flower draws me in....
And here I am,
still pulling out each of the
many quilly daggers
lodged in my flesh
from every other time I tried to sink
into her embrace.