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Whimsy

If only I could customize a man
I would build him a smile
as wide as a canyon in mile.
I would create a twinkle in his eye,
then expire, longingly gazing into his stare
and dare to mold him further.

I would embellish him,
with a torso of sculpted clay
if only to convey his goose feather and comforter.
I would brush his hair with streaks of flaxen and
fair mane, leaving a stain on my memory,
of soft rain and revitalizing moisture.

If only,
I had the gift to give away,
I would pray,
that you are such a man,
like a creature of rarity,
customized to my whimsical perfection.