Prickly Pear

Your love, like cactus fruit its tiny teeth sharp and taunting, needling the flesh of my soul you hide behind bold hues and a spiny point of view, failing your tenderness but there's nothing sweeter in nature, I've tasted its core, my tongue dribbling succulent sips of slipped slurs and sappy sentiments so I will gather myself beneath moonlight and pluck petty prickles, like a woman stupid in love