If you were a bird,
you would be
a pileated woodpecker:
rare and striking,
red feathers glowing,
poking in the rotten wood
for bugs.
If you were a snake,
you would be
a rubber boa:
beautiful and harmless,
docile in my hands.
If you were mine,
I would love you
more than dragonflies love summer.
But it is not so.
You are a distant mountain,
shrouded in mist.
You are a wild ocean,
never crossed.
You are another galaxy,
worlds away from mine.
You will never be tamed.
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