sticky, like the aftermath of
swollen fruit
the hours run closer
my eyes blink
leaves turn
an invite to be sound
really try to sensualize
the rain
sip a moment that cannot
be avoided
organic.
a smile that's real
pulls from the heart
slow, but risky
and feels so good
you flex like a breeze
contributing to
decomposition
one side of me surrenders
but
i still want to be a wild flower
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