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Constellations
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My Recent Poetic Ramblings
Our conversation is laced
with inneundo
as our fingers intertwine
We grasp for the words we can
barely whisper.
Searching for any half-stable surface
to satiate the fire in your eyes,
in my chest.
We'll pitch a tent and waste the
night away under the stars,
proclamations of love in the
tangled constellations of light.
The sky is not big enough to hold us.
But if you hold me, it will be
more than enough to wish on
tonight.
