8 ~ dreamy temperatures《will》

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and he is cold
like a river of
salty tears and
glacial fears
and snow masks
and snow caps
and hidden caves
of pools of
secrets.

and I am warm, like
the summer days of
open air and open life
and, open secrets,
and a watch that doesn't
tell time, and
people running and
pools of laughter and
fun, and balloons
that burst into
fireworks and lack of
knowledge and maybe
confidence,
but okay nonetheless.
still going strong, like
the pets in zoos
and pets in the wild
still smiling at food and
their families eating and
it's just a circle of life
and a circle of love.

if only he were my
circle of love, but
wait, what am I
talking about?
it's not like him
and I are done,
oh, no, we
just begun,
so it's just
my fears getting
at my happy tears
again and ruining
plans and making
me think like
we are just friends.
I have to get used to
this new relationship
between a dream boy,
and a dreaming boy,
on a big boat in a
bigger ocean, it's
magical, I can't
comprehend how this
beautiful boy and I are
taking time to spend
together and kissing and
hugging and
causing flames in each other
that rupture but are the
opposite of bad.
oh, look what this
handsome boy, this
flying angel, this
butterfly has done to me,
I'm being pulled
but happily
on one side, not two
by the boy I treasure
who is so cold
he might have
the flu.

this winter boy,
with his blushing nose
and his
frozen toes
is somehow
warming all of me up,
and I'm
melting.
I hope he's
melting too,
I know he probably
is, but oh. . .

I need to stop being a dreamer boy,
and,
finally understand my dream boy
is
in love with me.

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