Wed, 11/18/2020 - 13:16 -- Kbliss

He who walks under the moon

He who makes the stars envy  love and want it all for themselves

He who holds every sunrise and sunset in his eyes

He who taste like a leaf freshly taken from a branch 

He who walks through puddles off into the night in mid spring

He who makes me feel like I am a part of something bigger

He whom makes me feel special, for I am your dealer and you are my drug

He who holds me in his arms even when stroms have arriven

He whom I call my lover, who is also a she

and no, I am not ashamed.

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