I am hoping for a love
As if it an be conjured
By a pen.
Forgive my mistakes
For maybe my hands
Aren’t as steady as it seems.
Regardless, I find that
Threading the seams
Is more natural when
Your hand is guiding.
I stopped trying
To write an ending.
Instead, I hope to let you
Tell the story,
And I reflect it back
With you.
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1. BLOOM - the breeze in air, kisses the surface of my skin, the flow of her hair, her soft touch on my chin, within these four walls, under the cover of night, her flower will bloom, the climax rea