write something about me, you say. about what? i ask. about the way the stars at night reflect against your excited eyes to create a golden honey? or maybe you mean the way our bodies fit together like two lost puzzle pieces. my favorite is how you tell a story, letting your laughter do the talking. i look over, smile, and say honey, you’re already more of a poem than anyone could ever write.
j.e.b. ((an excerpt from a story i’ll never write.))


















