Desert Cactus

Traveling through a sea of sand. Nothing for miles but land upon land. Each grain, a reminder of the time I have left. The sun is torture on the back of my neck. My throat runs dry like an empty well. No water in sight, this is my hell. Suddenly, out in the distance colors I see. Small but too bright in this endless sea. The bright ambiance of yellow, pink pedals is like a new flavor to my sight. My eyes hunger for more as it's so sweet to stare. Pedals so unique to this land of bare. Under this flower of gorgeous blume, a beautiful cactus and its full womb. Its heart is full of my salvation, yet I must be careful during confrontation. The thorns it wears as a robe of knives, tempts me closer, my thirst drives. An attempt for water leaves me cut and scratched. As red hot life pours out unattached. “I’m sorry desert flower, I meant you no harm. Would a trade suffice?” Reaching over the cactus shading its face, I squeeze my cut, my horrible disgrace. Down trickles red, like flowing rivers. A red waterfall delivers, My life source, what keeps me going, I give to my companion who keeps on growing. The river runs through my veins to her pedals. The river runs, runs, runs. The waterfall flows, flows, flows.