Tell

me some luminescent

stay
where I’ll

dance with the goosebumps

that’ll
shout, bloom, blossom

and crackle
under your presence
as it yells its runs

on the pores of my skin.
Tell

me some effulgence

loud

as the orchard

seams us together
on the grass

littered with eyes-shut

and crashing colours
where spring or
autumn scents

and lights careen

as leftover flames
in the fireplace.
Tell

me a gleam
as we step closer

and tell me
glimmers

that burn

in my
ears.
Tell me

Oh, tell, tell
me
in

the orchard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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