I a hen scratching on your heart
Will you let me in?
Will you feed me with the scraps of your day
Will you feed my hunger with your bright smile
I would give you colorful threads, snipped off from the ragged ends of all my moments
Blue
Red
Green
Saffron yellow
The color of sunflowers and the sun and Costco cheddar
The color my throat burns all of the time for want of your kisses.
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