call to me as the moon
a tidal pull, a rising of the blood.
lure me into you.
speak to me as a sigh of flowers,
a gentle breeze to cool my fever
a fragrant song to lull my mind.
teach my hands how to hold you,
with the silence of fingertips
draw words only skin may feel.
together we create the pages
to fill with the promises of spring.
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