In colors, in the pages of a book.
Perhaps I should learn to dream in colors,
In sunshine, in the wind on my skin.
Perhaps then, I'd be a able to catch a butterfly,
Feel the slight flutter against my cheek,
Eyes closed, breathing softly,
I could bask in the warmth of your love.
Perhaps in doing so,
I would have learned how to stay still,
Patient, docile,
And just be.
Perhaps in doing so,
I would have leaned how to love you,
Without questions or complexities,
Without questioning your complexity.
May
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