Breathing Object

By Camille N

I sit like a porcelain china doll.
I float around like clouds on a winter’s morning.
I awaken my snowflake soul

Airy and refined,
My balletic figure pounces.
I rest in the heat, but the air is bittersweet.

I wear a coat everywhere I go,
It is milky and willowy,
And it glows.

My eyes tell a thousand stories,
They are covered in thin sheets of glass.
Blue like soft skies,
Or deep oceans.

With every touch,
A connection is made.
My eyes gaze at theirs,
As dark as nightshade.

I warm my soul against hers
She falls asleep to my purrs.
I watch the city asleep,
As stars flicker
And the noise becomes neat.

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