feel it

I stir pleasure, —
exactly as begonias do, —
I intimidate you…

sensibly and timidly
your eyes delight
in all of my varieties, —
instantaneously…

you dreamt of this moment
dozen of days, —
in your absolute, you feel it

my fragrance is in you, —
perfectly… —
how I blossom
you love to watch… — but

how much light and warm
or water
is allowed or is forbidden, —
you can't yet estimate

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