i think of you more than i probably should but,
i get blown a w a y every single time that i think about,
how someone out there has made you for me;
that there is, literally, sugars, sugars, sugars, an endless litany of them,
the random sequence of sugary bases in every single helical twist of your dna,
shared by no other being in the whole fucking universe,
mirroring your teasing tones and confused smile that i so adore,
gave you those p-p-perfect eyes, and hair and skin and voice and mind,
someone out there built you for me.
(how could i not believe in God?
how could i ever not want you, foolish, foolish man?)
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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