Zywa
Saturday morning
Saturday morning breakfast
in bed, each part of
my body in its place
at ease, happiness down to my toes
the sun shining andante over
the birds in the garden and you
say: you are beautiful
the elephants colour
with your skin
The brown elephants
on the pillows
and there, our dance
on the picture at the table
it exists here and now
timeless and spacious
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