//This poem was inspired but Georgia O'keeffe's painting, Poppy.//
I want to hold those soft, red petals to my cheeks.
I want to inhale the gentle yet spicy sent, wafting on the spring breeze.
I want to trace the deep black interior with my fingertips.
I want to compare the scarlet hue to your milky pale skin.
I want to see the speckles of dark pollen, like galaxies, on your nose.
I want to hear your laughter on the wild, wonderful wind.
I want you to be happy, dancing among the wild poppies.
With or without me.
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