Then maybe I’ll fly

Lie me down in a bed made by Papatลซฤnuku. Hold me close and let me water the flowers. Don’t watch me burn, hold me right.

Sit with me silently if your presence is true. Petals and gold, I’ll need it in showers. As we wait for Rangi-nui to kiss us to night.

Art by Sivan Karim.

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