Wake up to smell the morning,
A rabbit, cat and a large dog
Milky foggy fields in winter
With broken branches in the wide white open
And starry chandeliers hanging down in summer
My dress
In the porch
You have a soft and playful way of pulling it
While you hug my hip and knee
With little arms, little legs, little chest
Like a birdcage in rough velvet
With tender tentacles;
You sing the simplest song while
I grasp with anchors
my lips on his
father of my beads and fruits.
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