Your Love
Your love
are clouds slowly caressing
the summer sky
with their cotton fingertips
Your love
is a kiss of cold, fresh wind on naked
golden skin
Your love
is the imagination of a child
dreaming of a happy ending
to a scary story.
The sun rises and your love is there.
Smiling brightly through pearl teeth
and polished riverstone eyes.
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