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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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I… Broken

i kissed her feet
lost paradise skin
because they were
beautiful
soft
pale
broken

i closed my
eyeglass fingers
without them
i saw
constellations on skin
eyelash kisses
white miles
broken

i held her close
wonderland eyes
lost
she was smooth
stubborn
egg shells
broken

i glued her
shadow bridges
together
she felt shattered
destroyed
empty
broken

i lost her
soft silk
slipping
she was harsh
rough
gentle
broken

Grounded to Gaea

He loved her.
Or maybe,
he thought he did?

She was a fairy,
carrying magic on her fingertips,
brushing past the people
with light steps.

He wanted her.
Or maybe,
he thought he did?

She liked him,
she couldn’t deny,
but something about him
made her walk on by.

He cried for her.
Or maybe,
he thought he did?

‘Cause years down,
he meets the earth,
and finds himself grounded to it.
And who would want a fairy,
someone who flies away,
when you could walk
and spend each day
grounded to Gaea?

And her,
the fairy girl,
flies on by,
never quite landing
and tiring as time goes by.

At night,
she thinks of the boy,
the he she liked.
And when she sees them together,
she finds herself fly,
but always looks down and wonders
how the ground feels
on human feet.