prisms dance across your bare shoulders
little universes created with brilliant and vibrant light
like a scientist, i try to explain the miracles and mystique
that radiates from within you
with all the astronomy within my heart
i look at your stars and constellations that hide behind your ear
and marvel
YOU ARE READING
the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets
Poetrythe life of two, shown in one ~a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey stuff that will probably make you vomit blood~
