if I am lion, all muscle and claw,
I’d call you kin, because.
 
 
if I am ocean, here’s what I’d say to you,
I remember your feet, inside me.
 
 
if I am sky, I’d say to you,
I remember breathing you, going into you.
 
 
if I am Moon, I hold my tongue,
thinking myself envious of your sunlight face.
 
 
if I am an old pair of shoes, you thought me comfortable,
but that’s what I thought about you.
 
 
if I am a white butterfly, you know, you’ve seen me before,
I’ll keep flying beneath your eye, pleasing me.
 
 
if I am a cool hand on your forehead, a hand that fits,
here’s a story I have for you.
 
 
if I am blood, warm inside your face,
I’ll blush for telling the truth to you.
 
 
if I am desire, flown away
then all things are possible.   anything.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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