I am made of

I was thinking about
taking the time to
peel the petals
from the sun,

speaking the words,
saying all of the delight
that has ever been
milk and blood

and honey nails.

I am made
of poppy,
full of forgetting

and the darkest of dreams.
I give them to you.
I open myself
and give them all

to you.

Drink in my words,
and fall into the worlds
within worlds,

and finally understand.

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    GIve me all the worlds. Every one of them, I’ll take them.

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