Thistle

Standard

If my body language

isn’t enough for you,

heed these words,

do not approach.

I am to be admired

from afar,

grubby hands will be

swiftly dealt with.

Use a light touch, and tend to me

tenderly, if you’re really invested.

Roll your sleeves up,

and take great care –

more for your sake

than mine.

Am I worth it?

See for yourself.

Snip my thorns,

peel back the layers,

find my heart in there

some where,

then cut my choke out —

I’m all yours.


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