A Desert In Bloom
waiting for touch
between a moments
fall, the connection
held a silent breath
to release, in a spasm
the touch of ectasy
unfolded the petals
of my want
blooming under your hands
I am the Desert flower
quenched of thirst
lapping up urgency
pouring from
your eyes
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