I want to curl up
near the crook of your secrets
Kiss your brain
Hold your liveliness in between my fingers
Read your eyes
like a novel
and your heart beat
like a symphony
I am sure I can put all my efforts
into constellations
but who has the time to look anymore?
So I can turn them into
fireflies and keep them in your
back pocket so the hope in my eyes
will illuminate your wardrobe
and disperse throughout your body
without me.
-"the bee"
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