Posts Tagged ‘wildflower’
blooming
the world is made of wildflowers and you and i bloom in it. or maybe i am made of wildflowers and you bloom in me. or it’s the sun, and we lay open, exposed and vulnerable, hearts beating, breath drawn in waiting to bloom.
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on good days, i move fast. faster than some men are ready for. but you’re so delicate, they say, such a lovely wildflower. as wise in the ways of this world as any wildflower, more engaged with pollen than with politics. as hardy as delicate, rooted and propagating. my season’s not over so fast as…
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