If I opened a book

If I opened a book
She’d be pressed between the pages laughing like a flower

If I opened the kitchen door
She’d be snacking on grapes and cheese

If I opened a dream
She’d be waiting to let me in

If I opened a letter
She’d be spying on me with her third eye

If I could paint her shadow on every wall
They’d be so indelible that they’d eternal

When first we met
She popped out of herself like a Russian doll

Again and again, and again and again
Until she was a very tiny baby

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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