To the Gardener...
Cultivate me.
Fill my empty spaces
and drench my parched soul -
nurture the withered love-flower
strengthening and stretching
to warm in your sun.
I blossom -
you are the honeyed sap
flowing through fingertips
aching for just one touch.
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