thorns climbing my arm as we cuddle shy
thorns encircling this hug sweet and painful as only love can be
a life of needles keeping us apart as if we were born of pain
thorns in my lungs as I kiss you blood trickling down from our lips
night, interior we play, panting, rubbing licking our wounds sucking our fears wrapping our hearts with barbed wire
miracles don’t exist it’s just us, crying them out making of our thorns a crown