How do you peel a prickly pear?

 

I picked these for you with a suede glove 

Three prickly pears, oval with painful fluff 

Free range, organic fruits as flowers of my love 

 

I suppose I’m like a cactus here in the home 

Conserving emotion as if I know not to expect rain 

But here, eat these fruit and keep the skin far from your bones 

 

My dad brought me Wilson’s mints every day 

My peace offerings are healthier I hope 

But the penance is the same, in a way

 

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