little things

because is today, and my words are
mixed with flavors of your wild sky,
stuffed with lovely tiny little things
brought stealthily by a wind's breeze,
spiffed in the scent of acacia flowers
with threads of the grass, trod gently,
enough to feel a poem's connection
about me and you… lovely pretty boy
who loves me entirely and whispers
artfully, – keep falling in love with me
right as I keep falling in love with you

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

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