Zvezdochka

found out today i'm honey-bound. the scent gets stronger, gardenia and something southern. shucked off my abalone coat, feeling a little like Isolde, all flutter-bys and such. when i smile now, not like before, when it was an act of contrition more than anything. salubrious resolve. and out of likeness to her, i don't need more than this. sweet in your astrology.


"I've told every little star....."

"I could drink a case of you and still be on my feet..."

"do you know you're beautiful?"