you are sweeter than anything smells or tastes
and you look like a dream
I have once every night, but forget
when I wake,
Until some glimpse of you
brings it back, with a sense
of deja vu
As you hit
me, full-force like the feathered touch
of a wing from a bird
who has struck my skull
- on the stars that I see, I make showersful
of wishes,
concussed
from a mind made whole
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