Evelyn McKay, Mimosa Pudica

mimosa

The Mimosa pudica
shies away from the inquisitive finger;
it has learned fear from approaching hands
and closes in on itself for safety.
The delicate insides are protected
from the dangerous world around it;
‘No,’ it says, ‘you cannot harm me now,’
then cautiously unfurls itself,
mysterious, seductive, inviting;
ever so vulnerable.

You pry, you touch. Much too much.
(You such and such.)
‘Touch
me not,’ I am saying, when
(Mimos)
I touch myself
and
(Pudica)
I enclose myself
within myself.
For a time.

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