In orange morning
I want to be a strawberry
In green afternoons
I want to be dancing hummingbirds
Black lips.
(turn the garnet color of love.)
In purple evening
I want to be the evening star’s
eyes reading your books
In the white night
I want to dream myself.
A soul.
And at dreams end
I want to be a firefly
caught from behind
by love
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