By Don Kingfisher Campbell
I guess I will turn into a cloud
Maybe then you’ll notice I float
Over the present of your presence
Or possibly a painting for sale
Featuring the childlike colors
Of elementary love I offer
Even better I’ll be a vase
So I can live close to you
Watch you go through your day
No, I’ve got it, nothing bests
Being your bed, for I may get to
Touch your soft skin every night
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