You stooped down to greet me
Down by the lake
Silent and still
Like glass
I felt your teasing
Are you really so plump and so happy
So generously whipped
Like fresh butter
Here I've climbed to the top of the world
Practically the North Pole
And what would happen
If I stepped out onto this water-mirror
If I bouldered up that hill over there
Would you actually let me hold you
You marshmallow-puff of beauty
You playful, cotton hug
I would wear you as my dress
All the days after my wedding
The days that get sweeter
And full
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