Your hands on my skin,
Wet nose on my chin.
Reflections of your grin;
In glassy lakes we drive by,
Grass beneath your head as we gaze at the sky.
Your tongue lapping up my tears as I cry,
And I know the reasons,
The reasons why.
Like a newborn, I'm a fetus of your soul,
Connected to you by our umbilical cord.
Beyond who we are,
To be read in our stars.
I trust astronomy;
Unconventionally we'll be,
A fairy tale story.
What is,
To shoot, and hit a par.
Arlana Shikongo
April 3, 2015, 3:45pm
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