Cuqui:
You will find, if perhaps you come to
know me, how I like the shiny things.
I did not know, myself,
how much I like balloons.
I feel, in these past some days,
so suddenly full in your company,
as though I might, weightless,
lift feet from the ground, and away.
I thought, to give them to you.
Thought, again, that maybe I am,
already, a little too much for you.
Last night, when you shifted,
and laid your head
upon my chest,
I smiled into the dark.
My heart was a mylar balloon,
dancing asparkle,
and tied to my wrist,
for safekeeping.
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