The Star Up There
From my balcony, far away from the night runners' path, just above the neighboring witch, the wind of change is hot, ticklish and with a tingly sensation. I see silver hooks caressing the clouds. I am wondering. How it feels walking with and by this bright star? How sweet i feel lying on the moon, How my naughty body responds to the glamor oozing from this star, this one in front of the rest, this one directing the galaxy, this one adorning the sky, i knew one day the decorator of the sky would stand before me. I am now losing my clothes. Not to join the runners. Let them be. I want to hug the breeze from this star. Crickets are cheering. Owls are laughing. My neighbor is snoring. I remain unperturbed. All i want is a warm hug from this star. This one leading the rest, yes, this one brighter than them all. This one with rossy cheeks, and my name on her chest, this is the star i want to hold tonight. Come with me, twinkle in my blood, as i lay before thee, yee blissful being adorning such a beatific heart. MOMENTS OF INK!
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