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A bloom unfurls where breath meets skin, rooted deep in the valley of sin. Golden petals, slick with want, part like whispers—soft, yet taut. Stem pressing, urgent, slow, sliding where the rivers flow. A moan of nectar, damp and sweet, wilting only to rise, to repeat. Sunlight licks the trembling vine, arching, reaching, tasting spine. The earth, the flesh—both ache to give, to open, to drown, to die, to live. The body bends, the body burns, a garden trembling as it turns. Lips to soil, hunger sown— a bloom unmade, a bed of bone.
Alternative version
A bloom unfurls where breath meets skin, rooted in the valley of tender sin. Golden petals part like whispered sighs, bending toward the heat of longing skies. Stem curves, a slender reach, pressing into supple peach— nectar pooled in silken seams, a garden waking in slow dreams. Sunlight hums on ivory plains, desire curling in soft refrains. The earth, the flesh, both born to give— to blossom, to break, to burn, to live.
Lyrics
A bloom starts where breath meets skin Rooted deep in a secret fold Golden petals lean and part Soft words pull taut and hold The stem presses, slow and sure It slides where hidden rivers go Nectar hums, damp and sweet It wilts, then rises again I open, I learn the heat let it flow let me glow Sunlight tastes the trembling vine It arches, reaches, finds the spine The earth and flesh both give They open, drown, they live The body bends, the body burns This garden shakes as it turns Lips meet soil, hunger sown A bloom unmade on bone I hold, then fall, then rise let it flow let me glow Slow Open Golden Broken Again
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