Song II
You sprayed your stars into my sky.
Then, lying spent at my side, you wept. So,
I said “Take one back.” And you did.
With your lips, one was saved.
With your hands, the others spread
a milky way in the night.
Your glory encrusted my head.
Warning!
This poem may contain suggestive erotic content.
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