to the cloud you planned on glass
feathered with springtime
laced with summertime's regrets
plastered to a plinth
beneath a statue's time-hacked face
worshipping the valley
of mysterious laughter,
set me up for your kisses
in the shrink-wrapped radiant
dawn where no one goes,
set me where the moon drinks water,
set me where its minerals are afire,
bring me to your lips
so I can see my fate in stone.
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