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Flower Buds on Finger Tips

I loved her in the the lonely way that
the earth begs for warmth
a hope for spring
and bursting.
I offered her flower buds on my finger tips
ripe with waiting
for kiss to bloom.
I folded and unfolded
my petals, slick with morning dew
eager for her gaze
please, look inside me.
I carved out a space
into which we both
could grow
I prayed for harvest and
hid daydreams in the hollows
of my neck.

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  1. my favorite yet i think - full of feeling and elegant simplicity

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  2. Hmmm, thanks for that feedback! I poured out of me very quickly and simply, glad that came across. :)

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  3. This reminds of the song, "Pink" by Janelle Monae. The weaving of delicate imagery with the yearning and sexual energy of Victorian unrequited/requited love. Great job!!

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