Thorn Cocoon

Hello dear friend, explosion suspend,

you know when I need your caress.

Your magic touch, no fight, this much

I know as fire sparks off your undress.

Your smooth, sharp blade, for it I have prayed

to sail smoothy down my flesh

and open a river, with barely a quiver

and create my soul newly fresh.

The pain so divine, the release so sublime

I can declare that I breath once again

For I feared to exhale until upon you I impale

and fall into a satisfying zen.

I long to cocoon in your thorn ridden room

as upon needles of love I abide

this hammock dripping wet, with blood and with sweat

and in this prickly peace I will hide.