xxxvi. PLAYING CONNECT THE DOTS ON MY SKIN,
SAYING I HOLD THE BEAUTY OF CONSTELLATIONS.
rooftop gardens
bleeding violet petals
and rose buds as
the bright blue holding the heavenly body above
writes our names
in the clouds
and it's not until the
very moment that you shout
over the loud city below us
how much you love me
that my eyes become the sky
and my cheeks match the carnation's
and you make me feel
like i have the universe
at my feet.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Puisixvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
