by L.N. Ferris
The blue, your hair
is circumstance in my eyes
you’re still so warm
and the sun pauses, like me
kissing your shoulder only lasts
Butterfly eyelashes flying over
“I don’t give a fuck who you are I just
We don’t need to breathe. Oh, Lord
we don’t need to breathe.
Can flowers bloom heat?
Your playground touch brings night to
A forest of stars to swallow.
Come here, flower
bring me the
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