the air is cool and its like all the electricity in the powerlines
were sucked out and trapped between our brushing fingers,
sparks igniting like flames in the dark between us. it's all dark,
all around and everywhere, but you're careful, careful enough
to scratch, light the match to bring to life the candles whilst we
flutter around them like moths, not to the flames but more to
each other. your eyes are trapped days, a sun and sky all in
one, and your kiss is far too brief but your arms are on mine,
squeezing to keep me from melting into the darkness
["happy birthday," he murmurs against my
lips and i just trace the powerlines of blue
electricity on the skin of his neck, quietly.]
the thin striped candles make the shadows glow and the
silences golden.
happy birthday to me.
wishes this year, include you.
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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