55.planets

over

the great

white ocean top

through storms yes and

trials, you came to me

arms flung wide, camellias in your

hair. we are both of us planets,

you said, spinning round each for each. so

show me something—one of your mountain ranges or

fishes. i tipped my hat, gave you a pink cake.

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