Your desire
is like a flower:
I behold a tender bud
lifting itself toward the light –
within your body,
how deeply it yearns
to open,
to unfold at last
into what I long
to see in you.
O unwithering,
O beautiful one,
I reach for you,
and with my lips
I find your living stem,
that I may drink, in the end,
the sharp sweetness
of your hidden nectar.
sharp sweetness
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