you speak the language of Neptune and the Milky Way shines on your skin. good, radiant magic embedded into an angel whose wings simply have yet to grow. your touch is soft as a cloud and supple as honey, and stars spill from the heavens each time my name passes your lunar lips. the Moon smiles at you. you're her favourite. something she and i have in common. the difference is, she doesn't need you to illuminate her darkest skies. she can do it herself; she is her own source of light. i hope to be like her one day. and i hope by the time your wings have grown, i can fly too.
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to the stars who listen: poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry from a human heart to a human star. © 2016, lauren (images used are not mine unless stated otherwise, credits to original owners)
