Untitled #3

Blue apple shards

refract in the

low light.

 

The light plays

constellations

across her face.

 

Her face echoes,

reflects, the

stardust spots.

 

And spots decorate

her T-shirt, her jeans, as

sunlight kisses.

 

My kisses cover

the lights’ and there

we pause time.

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