If I were magic,
I’d take you to a field of stars,
strip off all of my clothes,
and dance naked for you.
(I think you’d like that.)
You would look at me with that crooked smile,
(the one that means you don’t necessarily understand
why I am dancing naked in a field,)
before you join me.
The sweat of our love would turn the grass into silk,
and butterflies would land on your shoulder blades
to watch the fireflies wink.
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