becoming the narrow
banks my bare feet would
walk upon…
becoming the sudden,
perfect tear to wash
my hands of my sorrow…
becoming the crescent
moon that kisses my
skin at midnight…
becoming the unaltered
peace i find in my
dreams…
becoming the intrepid
sunlight that pierce
my eyes…
becoming the ardent,
unexpected
spring in my october…
becoming the only one
i desire
now
and
always.
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