i have waited
all through the blistering heat
to see you bloom
long hours spent
caring for your bed
by day, i have kept
you pay no worship
to the yellow sun
who greets your brothers sweetly
you take no pleasure
in the eyes of patrons
as they fawn over them
you sit in silence
tongue tied tight
wrapped for no one's view
and yet, as days pass
the sun lays down
your walls will lift
in dark places i find you
when you don't
want to be found
i can only admire your beauty
when there is nothing to be seen
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