what i dream(ed) of as a girl
scribbling a name on a piece of wood
smiling across the table to a handsome man
receiving a bunch of handpicked flowers
sharing a secret and giggling
a big fat belly in spring
beautiful arms to look at surreptitiously
catching the sun in one hand to stop the night from ending
butterflies in my stomach
africa, another world, anywhere
rainbows forming in the spray of the sprinklers
magic, not tricks
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