southern sojourn

i have a secret, private, and likely to be common fantastic image of you in my morning nap.
the story goes something like,

/with hope-brimming, and a mixture of seventeen flair and twenty seven confidence and thirty seven been-there-ness /

i take your hand in mine
, you blush

i smile into your emerald-streamy eyes
, you bite your lower lip
, and bravely hold your line
, until i lean with intent to brush
, my lips upon yours

you speak
, my name is rain, and i love you
, kiss me again under this venture-found
, southern-cross lit night


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