I WISH TO TELL YOU THIS



The other night, I saw stars

falling from a distance

and an image of you was formed

inside my mind.



You told me I am a poet

but I can’t even tell you how love

coils my ribcage at the slightest sound

of your name against my tongue

or describe in detail

how love like this can make me crave

for letters.



If I could define my love

it would be my words cocooned

on paper. Someday,



they would form wings, travel

into the silken sky



dive



free fall

at your feet.
















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