little things
because is today, and my words are mixed with flavors of your wild sky, stuffed with lovely tiny little things brought stealthily by a wind's breeze, spiffed in the scent of acacia flowers with threads of the grass, trod gently, enough to feel a poem's connection about me and you… lovely pretty boy who loves me entirely and whispers artfully, – keep falling in love with me right as I keep falling in love with you
