I have a wall of spines
it is my halo and my salvation,
a crown that shields my whole body.
And from the first
you did not seek to dull them
nor tear them from me,
marring my wall with
weeping wounds.
You carry your own shield, you see
and only seek
to align your thorns with mine.
So that when we lie together
neither is pierced,
nor left open to the world,
and haunting vulnerable,
alone behind a locust branch forest
of our own design.
I'm not the only person with some spikiness in my past or present in my house. I like that though.