I live on moonlight and softly spoken words about how I can’t wait to feel his skin on mine.

“You are my light”

His whispers are warm and sincere, like my morning coffee or the sun shining on my face through my bedroom window as I watch finches blown about by the wind.

I prayed in tongues to the stars for the forest to bring me a boy with eyes like the sky over the Bering sea.

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