Praying for Green

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I long for green,

my eyes cry out

to breathe in lush,

to end this drought

of colour in a land leached white –

my heart will pray for green tonight.

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Your foliage is dipped in wine-red blood.

The thought comes unbidden –

Did you impale yourself on your thorns?

Shoulders back, you deny your wound and

Brandish rapiers high.

I admire from a distance;

repulsed and drawn by your beauty,

galled and fascinated,

desire  provokes me and I

reach.

The blood-drops

fall on your leaves,

trophies to add

to your

collection.