poetry

friendship, camping

friendship, camping

someone who wants to be with me
just for who I am
not because we share blood
not due to desire
not because I’m useful
just because we like each other

rarest of souls
just for you I’m weaving
a crown of gentian blossom
and rabbit fur
golden butterfly wing
and lime green moss –

all that I have to offer
besides a handful of M&Ms
and my authentic grateful heart
so at home with you

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