My Aesthetic

She is like
Left on the petals
Of pink roses.
Forever my aesthetic.
I wish there was a word
That could capture her likeness.
I’d write it everywhere.
And when I get arrested
I’ll tell the officer
That I was bringing the dead
Back to life.
Because that’s what she does.
Everytime her lips touch mine
My grave has been dug up.
And she allows me to dance in her light.
We will bathe in the sun, soar above the clouds
Be clothed in each other and I dare say we will last forever

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