That we who never do what we expect
That
we continue to surprise us and we hurt us
That
we’re better when we’re bad and then
That we love to dance and holler and we shine
That
we might say we subdue the birds in dreams
That
we lose their wings in stories we forget to share
That
we keep our secrets from ourselves like flowers
That
we wear the color of the heart so we might
That
our mouths might ignite so many sexy begonias
That
we know who we are among seductive aromas
That
we ignore at times like this prophetic promises
That we still might see us pass and O so in love
That
our mouths burn like flowers affixed to bones
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