Apricity

It planted a place in my heart

With its potent alluring scent

And its attractive vibrant hues 

Perceptibly exquisite

But undoubtedly thorny

As it pricks through the tissue

Summoning blood through

Flummoxed by its juxtaposition 

I ought to cut its root

As it serves nothing 

But

just

a

weed

in

my

nook.