Wednesday, March 7, 2018

The Magician

For me, 
you changed 
pebbles into diamonds, 
milk into custard, 
pulled birds from my ears 
and found feathers in my pockets. 

You asked 
a pear to become a pineapple, 
a pineapple to become the moon, 
the moon to become a two-headed coin 
which you flipped, laughing,
for my love. 

We knew you couldn’t lose. 

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