The Pursuit Of Pleiades



There’s gold on your skin

little tiny speckles

that I would lay down and count


The world stopped spinning once

whenever I had tried


You laid there

and said my eyes were laughing

I was imaging us turning into those sprinkles


We would shift into

little balls of dust


Float into that universe

we admired

so deeply together


Varnish ourselves as one of those stars

and become that glitter on your skin





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