Bring me
poppies from the fields so that I may kiss your lips,
So that I may
take from your sweet being, life restoring sips,
Show me bluebells
from the woods, so I may see your eyes,
So I may look
deep within your soul & see the summer skies,
Serve me pearls
from oceans deep, so I may touch your breast,
So upon your soft
pearlescent skin, I may lay my head & rest,
Blow your breath
upon zephyr breezes, that I may live & be,
So I inhale your
essence, becoming you & you´ll become me.
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