Fëanárolantë

when i think about faenor, what jumps to  my mind is that scene from
lilo & stitch where lilo and nani are arguing over what to do about stitch.
nani quite rightly wants to get rid of him cuz
he's been nothing but trouble and destructive.
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Skitter

horses running through a forest, filtered in blue.

We kiss after skittering around each other for years.

Struck by lightning, our lips scatter.

Crossed stars won’t keep us apart.

We steel ourselves to become magnets,

Pulling ourselves steadily back together.

Our lips stitch back together.

We stay.

Stubborn stones rooted in the ground.

Stealing sweet nothings no one wants us to exchange.

But we both know the exchange rate by heart, mind, and soul.