Spiky and Rough

“It’s a defence mechanism for sure, but there is a certain lure to it.“ Gun Roswell

Spiky and Rough

The colours surely so appealing, the lush green, with a hint of neon feeling

But the spikes there, makes the smooth surface look so rough

Still, there is a certain urge emerging from deep inside, wanting to touch

As would it really hurt so much?

The danger there certainly so alluring, even if the brain is otherwise assuring

This is a no-no, for sure, not to be touched only admired form a far despite the very lure

And so, standing there, hypnotised, the hands kept in place by mere force of the will

The power from within, but I still want to touch even if it will end with an ouch