unless

what makes the world go
round
warmth
lace curtains

the feelings;
swallow the skies

burst
into
a million

butterflies

scared to sing
the stars can't
dance
unless

unless

I love you

eternal, eternal
the nights of mid-summer
lit window

because

please bring me the stars and the moon
in a old worn bag
hooked upon
a strong sewn stick

and we will release them.