My palm extends,
a blooming jasmine
unfolding in early morning.
My fingers,
softly stretching off
the bud of my hand;
they reach to you.
Please, cradle
this flower gently
in your embrace,
look upon it in wonder
at the delicate beauty
laid before you
and completely
at your mercy.
Sorry I've been horrible at keeping this up. I hope to be better at this now.
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