There’s so much dawn light painted on your skin
Twinkling, shaky stars in your gaze
Honey sweetness on your mouth
And all the buzzing of the bees in your kisses.
I daydream of you,
Until I comically stumble of suddenly unfamiliar furniture.
The wispy cirrus clouds are threading the sky,
Like paper planes, carrying your name.
Secretly, I wait for the night to fall;
The darkness is complicit,
Everything is allowed,
Even me loving you.
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