NaPoWriMo 2016 #11

{off prompt}

Blue Ruffle Iris

Rains bide their illusory pact with tidal chains … the moon commands to quench the parch pink softness of petals … praying in silent destinations dust originated from … and will scurry back to … when shown buds in dire need … of a morning shower … even a thunderous violent storm … carrying enough atmosphere the weather vein turns … South in shy exclamation … I am thirsty, nay hungry, for your mouth … for the experience of knowing you.

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