SOPHISM OF THE SUN

TUESDAY

THEY FELT AT ONE WITH THE CLOUDS

i've always thought that you are beautiful. your eyelids are translucent enough for me to map the veins spread out on them. they remind me of the cracks on my walls. you smell like yellow roses stained with red cherry sap, to form the prettiest peach pink that the sky flushes into when the sun sets from your balcony. and when the sunlight falls upon you, you don't just glow, you shimmer. just as i'm thinking of how the moon can't shine without you, the gentle crook of your nose tells me that what courses through your veins is liquid gold.

you're a dream diffused in peach cream and sunset strokes; and i want to unlearn waking up.

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a/n: for malloic, one of the limited things i love with all i have in me