I like to where my rain boots
pink like freshly chewed bubble gum
and walk or hop from
puddle to puddle
and from
stream to stream
the ones that
pop up on gray steamy days
I wish that I had
a pair to fit my heart
so I could jump
without fear
into your sweet arms
into your warm heart
without the risk
of drenching my own
But alas these magical boots
I do not have
thus I am afraid to jump
I dare not hop
and I never walk
deep in the streams
that flow in
yours
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