the duality of your braincase and coalescence, the thirty-two ground floor owls, the ultra instinct mothering of little queen, your soul tattered, yet hopeful, resolute, and wise, your smile and your eyes like sunshine illuminating a forest too grandiose to map,
your nerdy lanyard, perfect smile, A1 chamber sessions,
and the way you show affection in your sleep, the sideways glance you take to...
but tonight you're a literal angel, complete with avian wings and amber halo, i walk up the stairs, turn left, turn left again, and you're sitting on the bed, plucking feathers off your wings, one-by-one, so i know what's wrong, you're feeling sunk, undeserving,
don't even notice me till i sit in the bed and fiddle with the pieces,
fallen angel, feathers plucked, me with a hot glue gun, picking up all the pieces, lining them with gold, picking up the slack of an angry dolt, a scissorbill too blind, too dull to see or feel the sun residing in his palms.
what a time to be alive!
what a chance and it's mine!
and i promise you this:
my heart will crush entire mountains beneath its boots, and part the seas like moses, and pull the moon down from its mantle in...
free bacon, egg, and cheese, cute, smol watch like clay, a gentle storm, fog-muddled, irises like ferns, photosynthesis, straight cheesin' for a cheese enthusiast, circadian rhythm reformed, recurring pattern, dusks and dawns, you polish every moon and sun, like gravity, magnetic fields,
you make the light peek over and wash my heart with warmth~