My Cactus

You that are like a gorgeous cactus

My love, you're a cactus. Through and through, you're a small cactus living on my balcony. You have that air of grandiosity surrounding you and everything you do. Your thorns dig sharp into my skin when you're angry and your beauty cuts me even deeper. There's just this aura about you I can't quite grasp. You're beautiful and some days you're not. Time however has nothing on you. You're eternal, timeless in your own grace. Sometimes when I'm tired I sing to you softly but you don't hear me. Your eyes gazing at some other desert and flora.

My sweetheart if I could give you the world

There would exist nothing more than your word

Your graceful smile is the best remedy

I hope never comes the day when you have to leave me

You fall asleep while my teardrops breathe new life into you. Your bright green colors come alive in the night when the moonlight kisses you and I merely gaze over you from my bed in the corner further away from my small balcony, the one where you live blissfully. It's in those moments I wish I was that orchid beside you so I could watch lovingly over you and still be recognized by you like a companion.

However, for you there's only the sun and the night, with the moon and stars. There's still the wind and the breezes. It's not to be surprised there's no space in your plant heart left for me. I'm after all merely the human who cares for you, but even if I wasn't here you would thrive on. You're after all a mighty cactus.

The one cactus in the world I most adore.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Beautiful and sad. Loneliness came to mind for me. Reading this poem. And how a human needs love and affection. And reaching out. And getting nothing in return. Can cut like a cactus. Deep and raw and so very painful.

[Tiny Drop]

Thank you Dee! Even if they hurt, however, a cactus can be beautiful too. I find the duality in their existence so very interesting. They hurt and they heal. They can be pretty and ugly. Like humans in a way. Some of us are almost like cactus, having our walls of thorns held so high no one can breach them. It's funny how much similarities you can find. Maybe deep down we are all merely cactuses pretending not to be so.

[Onlyme]

Very insightful and thought as well.