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She was the universe.
She walked, her shirt woven with stars, her skirt sprinkled with gases, across the skies, sliding between atoms and molecules and things smaller than both, no disturbance to anything, to anyone.
Her left eye held the moons, her right eye held the suns, her teeth(more)
it starts small, at the corners of the eyes, how they lift and crinkle when i say her name. i don't mean it. i mean to say i have a friend, a friend who is special. we've been friends for a long time.

when i speak of her(more)
a flutter in the stomach
travels to the heart
to land in the eyes-
that shining glow
of infatuation
his moon eyes put me|
off until they caught moonlight
with me in his arms