Poetry: The Book Stuck In My Imagination

From her house she is a ripple effect of water. Whenever we meet, we don’t only spark, we become fireworks. Her bum bum looks like a Mountain from behind. And on her chest,there’s a moon and the sun. She rules the day.
Whenever you see the smile on her face, it is I tickling her heart, playing the piano in between her fingers.

Her name looks so much like the ocean but she made a hair of flamingos. In between her chest is time, and I know which hour rings the alarm. I have a secret hidden in between her legs, I call it the locket.

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