a tiny poem for you:

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i want to be your soil, he says, rich and loamy.

i want you to dig in with your toes, i want you
to lay down roots, and i want you 
from my fertile ground, to bloom fantastically.

i want to be your light, i say, warm and melting.

i want to sunkiss every strong slope and taut turn, 
i want to turn your black and white world 
into a technicolor firework display.

grow into a god with me, i say.

and he says, goddess, yes.

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how else will he know his godself, but through
your goddess eyes?