The Flower longs for the touch
of its lover the sun.
She opens to him freely
eagerly anticipating
his nurturing power
to feed and protect her
as she grows.
Likewise, I long for you
to touch me in a way
that I might open
to be nourished
cared for and protected
through love until
I'm ready to become uprooted
from my hurt and pain.
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