Spr(out)ing seed

You’re the seed that sprouts from unplanted fingers

with no warning

Then you’re there tending to my heart

leaving it dehydrated

and stretching for your touch

Waiting on your affection

Eager to grow and extend

Ready to bloom


Wilt at your gaze

Nourish me with your rich soil

Love me with your fresh air and shower your waters over me



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