which complicates things, possibly.
yet there's another complication
ballooning up like a honeymoon
spent on a hot air balloon,
and it's that every time i see you
i count each and every band of sunlight
which peacocks around you and trails
behind like a hundred shining ribbons
and i think "my god, today is the day."
the complication is that i've said that
a few too many times. and every time
it seems to get closer and bigger,
like a melting iceberg traveling long distance.
but i know a secret
that no one should know yet can't be refused,
and though emotion should rarely go unused
i'm quite scared to defuse this heart of mine.
it grows and slows and there's nothing i can do.
it burst inside my body and then everything was blue.
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