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A Portrait In Which I Have Five Hearts
You are the cauldron
in which I cook my love:
paleness, bones and moonlight
tossed into the fire,
learning the secrets of the dawn.
I listen to you mumble
Delirious nonsense through the night,
waiting to become your river.
I’d follow you to Hell,
Because Hell with you is Holy
(even though you’d constantly complain
how it’s too hot)
I love you from the bottom of my soul
to endlessly up.

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You are a vanilla ice-cream
under the rain,
You are the playfulness of the ocean,
the tenderness of its waves,
all the azure of the sky,
a walking, talking strawberry tart.
You are the sunshine boy
the dandelion king
with a million names –
they all mean my heart.
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You are the boy whose hair
was tinted by night’s strings,
Some god’s forgotten violin, you weave