skyscape of her
her stare is like the big bang resonating across the blank canvas of darkness of my soul she is the only constellation in the sky the brightest star cluster in the aching center of my mind
Tag: she is
(un)titled ode XXXVI
she is beautiful like an aria like a field of lilies like a sunrise over the sea she is intangible like lilacs on the breeze like sea foam like the thrum of lightning right before it strikes she is dream fantasy given form divinity given shape love made palpable washing over bare nerves
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