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Mar 2010
I am your crane
Your peacock
Your rose

I lie still and naked before you
Awaiting delicate bends
Those weathered hands
Push hard against me
From end to end
I am happy to succumb

The folds run deep, my love
I cannot escape them
Like the battle scars of warriors
I wear them with pride
With each crease
I faintly whisper your name
Can you hear the subtle cries?
They are all for you now

I cannot see the end
As I know you can
But it has never mattered
As I am nothing without you
And everything with you
Your crane
Your peacock
Your rose
Written by
Nica Poznanovich
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