In your wild imagination, where water lillies spawn a hurricane of simple bubble baths in weathervanes on front lawns where sins are forgiven like clouds moving in the sky and I wait for you on the silent bird whistling in innuendo as you sneak down the fire escape to your inner world where fish have wings and I can become the sound of your fins lifting into heaven's whirling white body where the bay of light brings two gongs together in a porpoise's water play and finite portals become infinity's belly and you draw stars on me that make me yours forever...
Yes, I Love You
Your Beloved
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