I watch the gray cat
rub its back against
the stems of the rose
bush
and I think of you
and me
how impossible it could be to embrace love
without risk of being
pricked
to touch you means
getting around the thorns
that surround your beauty
that protect you even
from those
who would do you no
harm
you can't always tell
what's harmful from
what is not
and at times even
those of us
who profess to Love you
endanger you too
I envy the cat that can scratch its back
and come away
unharmed
more so the bumblebee
who fumbles into your most precious places
touching parts no man can't touch
without bleeding
fingers
collecting from your core
that pollen we can
turn into honey
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