Look like love

Look like love
The way she dances with objects 
The way her colors are never the same
The ability she uses to hide from her fears;
To keep herself safe and unharmed,
To find solace and peace from the preying world.
But this is not why I envy her.
This is not why I desire to have her ability; 
No, not to hide from my fears
No, not to elude danger...
Ye Chameleon, teach me how to look like things
Teach me how to change color 
Teach me, so that I can find the color of love, wherever it stands,
And look like it.
                                              James Kaluna

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