Mornings wet with waiting
with longing
wet with yearning
to keep blooming
to bring blooming
to bloom to burst in the heat.
Wet with wanting to burst.
Dripping afternoons
sap of my spring
waning sun shows pearly
droplets drizzle down
my dandelion leafs.
Falling night reveals my
saltwater blue skies
raining.
Moisture beacons
welcomes
warrants entry
into my blooming
my bursting
body
come inside
out
burst with me.
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