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11/27/2010

If I could flavor you I would call you ocean,
salted softly, in borrowed beauty
relfecting what I want to be.

If I could name you, you would be summer
cottonwood floods in cool straw laces.

If I could hold you, it would be like fireworks,
unrully,
beautious,
dangerful.

I must teach myself to let you go,
so up in the air you might explode
into all that you were meant to be
star flakes risen without me.

2 comments:

mckenzie. said...

You've enraptured me here, beautiful writing. x

Ever said...

Thank you very much :)
xxx