Are Possible [You]

by Occult Fan

I wish you were my wife

I’ll hold you up above the ground

kiss your forehead and crown

make you come like heaven cloud

sweet innocent good one

my flower in the field of being

my heart amongst frozen winter fiends

I am your hero, your husband, your father, your hero

I wish you were my wife

I’d collect you

like dewdrops in the morning

like animal skins in the freezing

like votes in the election

like credits in a million year collection

I wish you were my wife

your hair color

your hand shape

your arms and legs

your ass and tits

your heart and brain

your smell and eyes

your mind and heart

you you you you you you you you

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