String of pearls

green bubbles
beat down to cover
the arid ground
infuse the desert
with the scent of
cinnamon

the crown of
an african queen
admirable in distance
poisonous to the touch

(Pic from succulentsandmore.com)

Touch-me-not

I love mimosa pudica for her sensitivity
which often mistaken for shyness

she is truly the sleeping beauty
undisturbed in the depth of the night
stretching open to the first morning ray

her distinctive memory of my touch
earned my loyalty to watch her intently
makes her a seductress
has me wrapped around her little finger
playing touch-me-not