Jul 2016
I pluck stars with chopsticks straight out of the night
bring them to my lips and kiss their fire
drop them into my bucket filled with seawater fresh from the shore
and watch them sizzle and spit and fizz and spark
and when it seems their fire is all gone with my chopsticks to save my fingers from their burn I flip them back into the sky and watch them reignite and shine back in the place I plucked them from.
bring them to my lips and kiss their fire
drop them into my bucket filled with seawater fresh from the shore
and watch them sizzle and spit and fizz and spark
and when it seems their fire is all gone with my chopsticks to save my fingers from their burn I flip them back into the sky and watch them reignite and shine back in the place I plucked them from.
