Green Eyed Susan

i crave your sticky stamen
on my pistil invading
my bud draining your love staining my blades
and your touch is like the sun breaking
on my petals cascading
dig for me darling cultivate my garden
i need your breath on my neck so my blossom can flourish
landscaping canvasing my body like an artist
you know you own the harvest
when your voice makes my stems part and
when your mouth a soft brush
waters my roots painting my sacred land
no need for the almanac
you're my farmer freehand

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