Pen & Scratch Paper
Reflection of myself in your crystal
Similar to rising stained glass windows or
bits and pieces within a kaleidoscope.
Fingers slowly running over your blank canvas
Broad arms underneath my warm,
Memorising each heart beat per minute
with the rise
fall of your chest.
Your hands could grab the
stars from the sky, bringing me the universe.
What's mine is yours.
Who am I to you?
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