Succulent.
Faery flags.
Victory garden, phase one.
Seedlings catching some rain.
Season turns
pace quickening
spirit rested
yet body remains cold
chilled air
on vulnerable skin
still gently sleeping
dreaming
seedling.
Nourish me,
bathe me in honesty,
unbridled emotion.
Feed me sultry kisses,
late night moonlit dances.
Equalize darkness within
as the sun balances
the moon,
sing me whole again.
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