[for Brenda]

She says-
Can I share
With you?
Can you
See my

He nods.

Just because I
Am smiling
It does not
Mean that
I am happy.

He admits
To himself-
But that glow,
A honeyed warmth,
I crave it.

She continues-
There are times
I want to show
My seasons
My delicacy
My growth.
More than
My silhouette.

That stung
a bit.
There are
thorns here
Not a warning.
Not as threat.
A fact

One response to “triacanthos”

  1. Love the beautiful work that you are doing through your words. None of us are thornless and I appreciate your candor and the way your words portray life…. Not silhouettes!

    Your friend,


    Sent from my iPhone



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