I have crickets living with me
Little chirping limbs are coaxing
me to see you can’t be lonely
when crickets live inside your clothing
crickets living in my coat sleeves
little chirping limbs are coaxing
me to see I must be the one
I suppose if there were no reason
it wouldn’t be my coat they sing in
because crickets hold no intent
of being loved or being lucky
and I am both from what you’ve shown
so feather fingers if I am truly
made of one million glowing constellations
then I think I owe it to you to
try to be every hallucination
thank you feather fingers for
believing there is more out
here than what we’re seeing
that there is more than just a canvas ceiling
hanging above our heads with no meaning
for reminding me the sun will come,
just when we think it has given up
and that it truly is enough
to be alive and be in love
for being the reason the birds
keep singing and for being
what the sky’s been needing
what you see in me are just hallucinations
I know it’s you who are the glowing constellations
I’m only reflecting your perfections
I know I’m lucky, feather fingers
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I feel as if I’m a figurine.
I feel like something on strings,
posed by loves fragile fingers
and possessed by a frantic
I am renewed. I am not of
rags or of scraps. Pristine…
I am something velveteen.
the charcoal clouds have finally
concentrating instead on painting a
faithful portrait splashed across
the canvas of the wine read
heavens. You are draped across
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