The Sky's the Limit
i've got stickem stars
that glow in the dark
on my bedroom ceil
ing sealing my heart
with one with the uni
verse but versed
in constilation
formations your
consolation makes
me tighten my orion's
belt but also admit
that nothing but
the equator ever
taur us apart for
as the magi i
look not
to heaven but
the heavens and
asked to have
my Colombian
coffee served in
a milky way
as i genuflect
counting blessings
that we
are now
together
looking
up at the
southern
cross
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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