“Want some hot with your sweet? A little spike with your kiss? I fascinate you, but I wear spikes to protect myself from too close of a reach. Sometimes though, the pain is very pleasurable.” So said a weed in a dried up landscape. She tries harder to attract when living is harsh.
The threat of a sting makes the provocateur more luscious. Sometimes weeds wear high heels and spiked collars and when in the right mood, they use their tools for drawing you in. They catch our eye more readily with such sharp embellishments.
My hands drawn near, I hold my breath. I still my trembling hand so as to reach in safely. Oh, the thrill! Haven’t you felt the same, when kissing a bearded cheek in search of soft sweet lips to kiss? Weeds know this too. The dance of drawing in and drawing away is so sweet!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.