Our eyes are the only stars
Under this blanket of nighttime pitch,
Yet we find each other here again and again.
Our delicate selves touch firmly, surely,
Tracing our merging outlines each night
In my dreams
.
May 3, 2025
Our eyes are the only stars
Under this blanket of nighttime pitch,
Yet we find each other here again and again.
Our delicate selves touch firmly, surely,
Tracing our merging outlines each night
In my dreams
.
May 3, 2025