Flower
Until I spoke her name,
she had been
no more than a mere gesture.
When I spoke her name,
she came to me
and became a flower.
Now speak my name,
one fitting this color and odor of mine,
as I spoke her name,
so that I may go to her
and become her flower.
We all wish
to become something,
You to me and I to you
wish to become an unforgettable gaze.
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