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Aquarius.

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Published: Nov 16, 2015

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indigo-child with your silver-threaded
bones, you are a girl that is more intangible
than our tangled heart-strings, a girl
made of summer breezes and daisy daydreams
and i swear i could’ve kissed you then.

gold-blooded girl, your hand whispers
against mine like autumn leave skittering down
city pavements, your eyes pool into mine
like inkblots onto plain parchment, i am stained
and i swear i could’ve kissed you then.

your absence aches like six more weeks
of winter, frost-bitten boys call me to bed with arctic
iris fingers, i thaw on your return, blooming
with crocus sighs, i grow under your springtime touch
and i swear i could’ve kissed you then.

aquarius, my beautiful water-bearer, i
would drown myself in your perfume, but i know i am
falling into shark-infested waters, you have a
lover and he is a painter, you clean his brushes with a
smile, with a laugh, with a kiss -

you do not love me like you used to,
but you love me still, bonded by a river of
plum cosmic threads that is thicker than
water or blood, we are tied by a friendship
that is as constant as the eternal chase
of winter and spring. i have learned from you
how to read the stars, and i fall in love
with them, and when i dive into exotic oceans
you have already taught me how to swim.

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