MEET ME IN THE WILDFLOWER FIELD

i licked your honey lips while lilacs sprouted from your eyes and darling, under tinted red and orange skies, i feel blue without you.

you traced flowers over my pale skin as we look up at the stars. (even though i would rather look at you, for you have more galaxies in your eyes than stars in the sky)

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do you guys like this style? i have a few poems that are different than this and i was wondering if i should post them.