hands in the garden

come for
me,

don’t comfort
please,

while on both
knees

it’s best i
learn

to rely on
me–

for deep
relief,

to balm
this inner burn,

it means so
much

you wish to
please,

to quench my
thirst–

but
help me
turn to me first?

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