Unfolding me may wrinkle my skin
Hold me firmly
Too tight pinches me abit
Softly, just enough to whisper friction into my veins
Keep my stem erect with life
A gust
A wince
Crimson orb, becoming distant in view
I lay at your feet
A piece of you--a drop
Stays with me
Stains me like the rest
My rusted barbs winding down my bodace
I've tried to soften them
Bend them
Mend them
Your touch
Touch, the p...
