• Hannah Flowers

citrine,

also known as the stone of the sun

and you,

also known as the sun to my moon

as shining and bright and new

floating parallel in the sky

and every eclipse brings us closer

but, god, i could never touch you.

though i dream of it

as i roll this yellow rock between fingertips

the cold, hard, smooth on my skin

opposite to how i imagine you

warm and soft and rough

as long as i sleep, never ending.

as long as i live, unknowing,

never enough.

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