Birthday Suit
Laying in the avocado meadow
I watched the clouds sail past
on their ocean carpet today
Leaden silver bottoms about to burst
Shifting shapes into animals I did not know
Their enormous eyes watched with jealously
as you painted flowers on my skin
I lay as still as a flat line
not wanting to awaken from
the mad rush of love I felt
or to disturb each soft brush stroke
and the attention to detail placed upon
making the blank canvas readable
and cover over it's wounds with
royal purple and gold
poem by Sara Fielder
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