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Yella Fella
My favorite new fella has an aura of yellow.
When I write poems and cry, his belly’s my pillow.
A wizard and student of magick and play,
we dance by the moon from dusk until day.
We roll down the street when others just walk,
glued to each other’s giggles and talk.
He even adores my naughty dragon, Spike,
and how I bring bubbles and squirt guns on hikes.
I like so much how his wondrous dreams
make me believe in impossible things.
Our push and our pull is silly but elegant.
Quietly, we speak through our bodies intelligence.
Love surprised us both through friendship, not lust.
No plans for an ending, in flow and grace we just trust.
This love of my life does not fill me with his treasures.
He saw I was full, and opened us up to this pleasure.
