This poem is about when you have a “prickly” loved one, and that creating a little space, stepping back figuratively or literally, can be a healthy form of detachment for all concerned…
Cactus Love
Love is like
Love is not like
A cactus
That rarified
Blooming life
When you least
Expect it
And lessens that prick
Of mine fullness
Keep present-ing
It is quiet OK
To let alone
For spells sow long
Fumbling to grasp
That awe of life
Is not soully felt knead
