She peeks at me with a smile on her face:
“You know in our world, we know that colors gave life to flowers…”
It’s my turn to look at her from the corner of my eye, the mouth wide open.
“So butterflies are flower petals, and the birds, the extension of butterflies! Does she keep talking,
With my hands, I take the head of my Dorothy on sandwich. She gives me a kiss and adds:
“That’s why butterflies and birds are flying flowers!”
It’s my turn to give her a kiss: I swallow her lips.
“One thing is beautiful when it is described in poetry!” She tells me.
I keep absorbing her mouth which tells me about beautiful things and still pushes me to renew my kisses. Maybe I will ingest the knowledge that flows like honey from her sweet mouth, I thought.
“Then, darling, if you find me beautiful! What poetry will you concoct for me to make me sublime in front of eternity? knowing that all creation ends only with poetry and by that, continues to exist for eternity!”…
I stare at her with wonder. I see myself in her eyes, sea blue color, bathed in tears of love, her love for me, for us!
“Then, Baby,” she continued, “if you find me beautiful!” What poetry would you compose me to make me an icon for eternity, our eternity?…
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