Ethereal; March 6, 2026
Her skin on mine like spring rain;
Entranced beneath a waterfall,
Sunlight warms my cheeks;
My arms goose-skinned.
Her lips soft, rose petals;
Ambrosial, plump and juicy fresh-picked strawberries
Up and down my neck, climbing vines;
Consumed by ivy, evergreen.
Her eyes stelliferous;
Lost in space, a nebula galaxies away from mine;
Constellations of Cassiopeia, the Jewel Box,
I've become an astronaut.
-AKF
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