if only I were a pebble in your pocket, I would
write verse while you slept under sonnets and stars,
if only I were a strand of silk, I would weave myself
into beautiful clothing for you,
if only I were a dog roaming in the streets, I would
run to the market to steal flowers for you,
dear pebble, come to me and let me read your verses,
beautiful silk, let me feel your softness against my skin
let me smell the sweet aroma of flowers
left on my doorstep.
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