bloom

you stir me
to the very core
with your touch

 

artist’s thumbs
caressing the scars
of my hands

 

highway’s hum
stilled by two heartbeats
a    slow    kiss

 

your soft lips
don’t apologize
we   earned   this

 

a late bud
anticipated
blooms sweetest

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