you are like
a
little spidey on
my left shoulder,
veins twisted
around
my wings
like woolen threads (and) i
wear them
like a winter coat
in
the springtime,
spidey,
i like the way your feet
feel.
they tickle my soul.
it
is so imperative un(clear)
how
things turn out
in the sunshine,
when
colors (like tiny hairs on your legs)
illuminate themselves
and
i
(with my uncanny heart)
am
bathed in the backlight
of
love...
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