Stars on a Plank

Crave-able…is that too hard?
Window leading to a garden
full of octopi–just what you’ve
always wanted: your constellation.

Shades on. Shades down. Your
eyelashes, I’m such a sucker
for the longer, the better.
Doesn’t matter. Lost among

stars on a plank. Fresh plots–
why is your heart so swollen?
Sun giant, sun hands, moon
mood… I’m trying to celebrate

the way you would want me
to–your explosive display,
fireworks for eternity. I want
to shine like that, like you…


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