I bloom like mimosa
For the moon,
And shed my fragrance
In the night of day,
And thirst for the dew
That comes with you
In the cool of morning's
Waking face.
And while I wait,
I whisper
Every secret to the blue,
Every hidden thought of you,
Every love riddled
Candled cue
To light the night,
And bring you here
To me.
-jenn long
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