poem to juna

our fingers entwined,

woven for the eternity of times

the skies were smiling,

down on me i feel

as i sat there,

on a bunny next to Juna

the angel of <UN> and i,

king of the tuna

she waves to me and has

sunflowers in her hair

the brightest of stars

shine through her skin

i no longer care who i am

or where i've been