What you don't know is, that though your face might be flesh and bone and blood, I see echoes of the past and musings of the future, scratches of the present and darling do you know? Those scratches are like the whites across a blue sky; adding to the beauty.
I trust you to grow out of all the vermillion that you wept, amaranthine wildflowers that grow and grow and pierce the sky, right where your thoughts are.
How can I explain the world that is you with words?
YOU ARE READING
SAVVY SEVENTEEN, LAV•
RomanceTo you who has made this dark sky worth looking at, for it's adorned by your craters and darling I wouldn't want to straighten your curves or steady your indentations for anything in the world, because you're a river and rivers flow, and make adrift...
