If you unbuttoned my shirt
One button at a time
And looked inside
With quiet eyes
You would see
The flowers blooming beneath the cotton
Their blossoms like pale faces
White as the moon
Straining upward
Pulling against my bones with vines and roots
Growing beneath the heat and light of your gaze
Flourishing in the warmth and consistency
Of your love for only me
You would see how they grow in a pattern that spells your name
And you could pluck their petals from my collar all day long
Until you have ascertained without any doubt
That I love you
As simply and as truly as I can.
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