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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