Child of your lips that I am
I have played around your arms,
Spent my childhood around your being
Circling you like a spider, with dreams
That you started tearing out, one by one
Leaving place in between
For reality drops;
A bouquet
Crystal like
I have been playing with your ideas
Discovering the world
Becoming aware of things
I am your creation
Sparkling fuss
In the palm of your hand
A snowflake today
Or elsewhere in time
Through stars astray
You've opened my eyes
Guided my steps
Holding my hand in your heartbeat
Only sun I remember
Abundantly burning
Over the endless dry fields of a girl
Named September
One side of my face flooded by sun
While the other drowned by love
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