Your skin under fingertips is soft, damp,

Like rose petals covered in morning dew.

You make me feel like a new day,

Sun rising unsure of its self as it strips off

The night to shine whole new shades of secrets.

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But the sun hides the stars and I miss the stars more

For every second in your presence.

So I run from you, tracing the constellations across my skin.

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I take a pen and engrave their names like brands,

Acrid smoke and the smell of flesh masking each confession

From your eyes.

Seems like the moon’s my lover now.

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In reality you kiss away the pretty words

And whisper that the heavens have enough flowers

And history enough riddles.

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You need me more than them.