i know
where every crack
and crevice
on your face
is from.
your voice is
dedicated to mind
fueled by fantasy
and reckless abandon.
you are
as much me
as the blood that rushes
beneath my skin.
every part of you
is mirrored
over me
YOU ARE READING
asterism
Poetrya prominent pattern of words too small to forge through the deep yet large enough to accompany space.
