i like how you count constellations
join dots of my southern sky
and call it june
my birth month
and me, your goddess
i like how you weave soft moans
on my tapestry
making patterns, as you lean
how it crumbles
leaving traces of moondust
i like how you collect
and fold it manifolds
the linens of our desires
to fit into a closet
where it hardly fits
and wait
for another night
to spread it
as you turn more magnificent
and i, more june!
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