Who are you
Falling in love with these days?
Yourself?
A flower?
The sound of the tent being
Zipped close,
The sigh of stars twinkling
Through a screen
Ceiling,
Me rolling over your body
Shaking with peals
Of laughter?
You put a petal in my hair
Last summer
And made me promise
To let it come and
Let it go and
Keep my chin up
To a sky that doesn’t exist
Because it’s all just
Space
If you think about it.
Now I see planets,
Constellations,
Galaxies,
And shooting stars
Wherever I look
Falling in love with them.
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