When your hands hold me
Like Venus flytrap leaves,
You make my body turn
In a multitude of frantic birds.
Sometimes I am a warm caladium.
And you make them get hot
The colors of the veins in my leaves.
Yesterday, when you stared at me
With your almost erupting volcano eyes
I became thousands of starlings
And when with your cup full of ambrosia
You made me deliver the chest of desire
As a tribute to your open smile
I was wings of pelagic flocks
Crossing the wide of the sea.
And again, today I´m longing
That you make me twit
As a crazy canary
Or as an oriole in the tropical summer.
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