#WritcoPoemPrompt66
Can I tell you a little secret, Hannah?
Can I hold my touch on your bonny face?
Can I read you, from across a table at dinner;
A book I wrote for the angels of the High Place?
Can I go horse-riding in your sleep arena?

Oh, Hannah from the savanna, can I?
Can I despise death and remain with you?
Can I invoke the winged unicorn for us to fly?
Can I paint you or change my blood to blue?
Or, buy you a place with the stars in the sky?

Oh, Hannah O, the winged chariots call.
What more is left before the nightfall?
Why think more of barricades and puddle
When, on this nightlong ride, we can cuddle?

‘Bomi Adamson



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