her wings were
the wings of love
the left wing
was of abalone shell
the right wing that
of the lightest blue dove
and butterflies
were sitting
on her head
she smiled and looked deeply
and showed with large hands
how desirable my water lilies
were floating in green strands
I murmured a melody
she said she adored
she is now part of me
and I remain inspired
wanting more
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