like stars
in a blooming cosmos,
those flecks in
your eyes
held me
mesmerized,
as planets swirled
about
us
threatening
collision.
stars
“we’ll step into
stars
and dread not their
brightness,”
said shielding
our eyes
for fear we may
like it.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
hands in the garden 
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