The Flower

I don’t want the flower
Give me the fragrance of you
Blossom from my kiss
Grow with my gaze on your body
Oh let me touch your texture
Tenderly my hands tremble
I long to reverse the withering of your petals
And inhale your aroma eternally
No do not give me the flower
When your lips have sprung life into my soul
If I should bleed from a thorn of thee
Let it be

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