by Leija Farr

I want the gold toothed boy.
The fine, iridescent boy.
The boy who isn’t afraid to submerge a mouth in sparkle.

A star, casting light on the world
with every ajar into his glorious hole.
We only get these kinds of love
once in a lifetime.

The boy, color of cognac
The boy, teeth dancing in
endless light
Where bone is decorated in
4th of July glitter

Only here,
there is no end
Only here,
The glitter continues.
The joy continues.

The smile,
The smile continues.
The boy,
The boy continues.

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