the dullness of her hair
the lack of sparkles in her eyes
she stands in shadows
as her brilliant and beautiful friends
are mistaken for the sun
and her, but a glimmer
behind their radiance

notre amour est mort, mon chaton

i am a ladybug
you are a garden
i am so tiny
and you are so very beautiful
we are incomparable
yet when i think of you
it is as if wildflowers bloom in my stomach
grow alongside my skeleton
entwining my nervous system
with buds of spring days

When we did embrace
You were warmer in my arms
Than the entire sun