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
a moment.
Butterfly eyelashes flying over
infinity
“I don’t give a fuck who you are I just
want you.”
We don’t need to breathe. Oh, Lord
we don’t need to breathe.
“Come here.”
Can flowers bloom heat?
Your playground touch brings night to
my knees
A forest of stars to swallow.
Come here, flower
bring me the
heat.
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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...