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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